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What IF?


day 6, NaPoWriMo.

following a prompt, 

the hokeypokey

WHAT IF?

What IF?

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If she decided to lay all that discontent down

  fill her Chalice with forgiveness,

  pour it all out and refill

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If there were enough of us that give up

  on trying too hard to get it all right~

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If you blessed your water with a million

  gratitudes before you drank it

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If kindness found you open hearted

   no matter the situation

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If we said what we mean and do what

   we say

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If the riveting act of radical honesty

   became the wave of communing

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If you ever let your heartache lead you

  to the truth of surrender

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If you could believe in your Divine

   Essence

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If you could drink the river’s waters

If every breath was a sacred moment

If every moment was a sacred breath

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if sacred meant a deep honoring of

  your living

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If you could have the clarity of how

  tenderness heals a soul

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If the flame in your heart burned for you joy

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If the dive in to your chalice of forgiveness

  wants to drown you

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What if…

What if…

You turn to Love no matter what?

What if

You turn to Love

No matter

What if?

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~~~cc jeanne adwani

  

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TREE WISDOM


white pine forest

Day 3… NaPoWriMo.net

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A cry, a call, a want?

There is easy in blocking out

    the smells and sounds of surroundings

In the sensorial complexity of Awareness

Missing the small voice, the delicate whisper,

    the hushed wail of hungry yearning

So quiet that only in silence might

    our senses notice

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And maybe there is no sound to the human

    ear, but a aching wisp of breeze that surrenders

    the cry, the call, the want to a tender caress

    only recognized for our own need to be heard,

To be touched

To be noticed

Because the voice of you fails in your lack of trust

Your forgotten sovereignty,

Your forgotten wholeness.

You forgot yourself connected

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And Yet there you are

Standing serene and tall, budding out

     in Spring’s early show, willing in the repeat

The roots of you reaching, reaching

     in the quiet cool underground of life force

Seeking in the cool dark earth for others

     in the weave of this capillary life of remembrance

      in this rooted stability of ancient knowing

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I witness you

I see you, 

I feel the tender roots of you

Your budding excites me

Your Courage is mine

Your call, your cry, your want

is of us all

I hear you

I am You

I am that.

 

~~~~~

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To Mary Oliver


FSCN0693

 

WORDS

The wind and trees

Stones, and rivers.

A silent path through

woods and meadow green

Snow speaking to your

tongue

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Words gathered on that breeze,

In the whisper of the river over rock

In the song of the birds

  on the oak and pine

On the snowflakes yearning

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They gathered in, the

cumulous clouds

On the burst of Spring rain

In the fickle want of

nature’s gathering

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They  found you,

open and willing

A creature tuned in to

How a fence knows a crow

How leaves know their autumn’

How a coat wears the wind

How a murmur rides a wave

How moss invites nakedness

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Words found you

In roots and crust of bark

In the swirl of grass caught

with the wind

On the tongue of the butterfly

In the coupling of Sun to Earth

In the face of the shimmering Moon

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There was no where Mother Nature

   did not hold you as a sacred being

Held in her loving caress

You honored the gifts and rages of

Her giving.

She told you everything

Held back nothing

She cradled you in her arms chanting

And you spoke her wisdom

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Thank you Mary Oliver.

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IT IS IN THE BONES OF YOU


baby galaxy

It is ALL in the bones of you

The lineage of ancient times

In the Infinite timelessness

Waiting for the entire frame of you

Wrapped in sinew and cartilage

Muscle and skin,

In all that DNA longing

For witnessing and your

Remembrance.

Yearning for you to awaken

To where you came from

In the nebula bursts,

In the wormholes of the deep dark

Amidst  planets being born

Next to those dying

In the infinite spirals

Of the Galactic vastness

That laid a single seed in you

That holds you in the Light of forever

You, a traveler finding your

Many selves in the One Self

Finding yourself In the One Heart

And

It matters Not that you believe this

Believe nothing,  Believe everything.

Beliefs will separate you from others

It IS

All settled in those Bones of you

All that right there waiting.

Waiting for you to Listen

~~~~

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IN THE STILLNESS SHE IS MOST LOUD


 

In the stillness she is most loud

Singing and dancing in the quietude

Pleased with how it is her best kept secret

Where she keeps all of her whimsy and need

All of her rage and discontent

All of her wisdom and magic

It’s where she gives voice to herself

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She doesn’t bother with those that

Out-loud above everyone else

Those that drown her out

in their righteous verbosity,

wall-flowering her against invisible walls

and into shadow corners

Those big selves all puffed up,

swilling words of lazy drivel

as if they are the elixir

of life.

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In the stillness the best of her resides

in the vast landscape built on dreams and

and possibilities of how imagining everything

can have a place in her everywhere

in the ease of her inner eye

and her vocal heart

always feeling in on the look out

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In the stillness she is most loud

avoiding the surrounding ease of chaos

in the overwhelm and consume of the

bantering and battling with

Ego fervor and fuck you’s

that breed more hallowed emptiness

in the presence of so much abundance.

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She doesn’t bother with the noise anymore

Settled into the oasis of her inner

knowing, calm in the waiting

for her time when stillness and peace

Unity and love, a good earth and water

is what the starving masses hunger for

and the revolution of the heart in it’s

deep wisdom is the loud voice calling

~~

This is copyright.  please share appropriately.  thank you

 

~~

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WHEN THE GODDESS COMES TO THANKSGIVING


 

 

Heart hand n mouth

A stone settled in my throat

from the long ago of

when children were seen

Not to be heard

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Sitting around the Thanksgiving

table of abundance and belly full

All the voices to be heard took

the air out of the room.

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We found our breath

in the light of the Kitchen

Away from the weight of those fortune tellers

That had no relevance to our playground

of untapped dreams and magic.

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We were the reflection of family tales

in the assured right to story us

into what they would never be

How the should of us got should on.

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The stone became a river pebble

as years came in to self awakening,

in the wandering and the wondering

of where truth will flow and be shared

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The myth of who should be what

And who should be where in the familial

continuum container of untruths

spoken out loud in deep disregard.

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The old story came slow to dissolve

into the intent of self-resolve.

The claiming proclamation of .

I am not that clown you gave me

I am not that honest girl you said I was

I am not that nice nor am I that good

I am not that silenced voice of your making

I am a voice rising in my fullness.

I am All that I am and you can not should me.

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The stone is a clear crystal amplification

of  Sovereignty in the Queendom of myself

The illuminated voice of chanting in union with Love

and the proclamation of fearless intent to Be heard

in the complex ease and hard softness of claiming

all and every word needed to be said

in the when-ever-they-need saying.

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I amplify in the Stillness of All that I am

I roar the voice of Kali Ma on behalf of my lineage

I wear the Muse as I inspire and play

I cradle in tenderness your surrender

I am a crystal clear voice of paradox

Sacred in all my Creative forms

I am she Who Speaks her truth Out Loud.

I am The One Heart.

~

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The Separation of Things… saving the world.


CROSSES TWIRLLED

 

Separation pulls apart our togetherness

Divides the tender Oneness of us

Makes cruel havoc of who is in the right

to wipe out who must be wrong

In that myopic celebration

All dressed in the fineness rightness

Strutting the lies of perception

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Separation cheats us of unity

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How closed the mind becomes in

A one belief held tightly wrapped

In clear assured pronouncements

Hearing others without Listening.

Speaking the expletive of limited thinking

Chests puffed up with words full of spike and bitter

Making Wrong someone else’s right.

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Separation has no place for forgiveness

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And worse still is the Heart that forgot to feel

The heart that holds the quiet voice of tender

The quiet voice of love unconditional

The ever present willingness to forgive

To hear the call to compassion and togetherness

How we all beat together in the blood, bones and

Sinew of our likeness and our differences?

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Separation is the ego’s dive into self-righteousness

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Can we meet in the in-between of light and shadow

Recognize our self in the Other, to truly feel and see

How all of us are here, breathing, living,

Struggling, laughing, dying, mourning,

Being right, Being wrong, Being…

Celebrating the adjectives of life as we live it.

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Separation is a destroyer of worlds

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Can you dare to be wrong?

Can you give up your rightness to save the world?

 

~

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