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FIRST STEPS


 

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Curious innocence goes wide eyed forward

Slow, searching for the familiar

Quick to stop. like a wild animal

catching a scent in the wind

or wolf eyes moving past the immediate

into the woods deep with a rustle

of leaves and the snap of a twig

Fear gives sway to return the

few steps taken from all she knows

in this forest that has her alone

Unaccompanied .

Her only friend an old pine tree

that whispers it’s branches in her ears

waves it spiky fullness over her new awareness

ripples it’s bark  to reassure her

Purrs like a kitten to comfort her.

It coos the story of where the sky

hums it’s bluest self, with the golden

orb flourishing the land beyond the woods

that is parted by the whimpering river

that babbles with the telling stones.

A stone  will lead you to the place of Others.

Take this branch as proof of me to you

and the staff that is of the Others

My roots run deep and with others

They will bring you there and back

and everywhere that needs going

in the to and from.

With the tingle of feet to earth

Earth to roots signals the way.

In the pivot and move

Caroline listens far for the whimper

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23 Dec. 2017

Todays blog includes a friend/author of mine, with the pseudo name, A.M. Salt.  We will be sharing my blog for the next month or so.  Enjoy our different styles, our different ways we find ourselves calling up the words that feel like they need saying.

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WHAT WE IMAGED

EMPTY PRESENCE

Vast is the presence of the infinite
Empty in the unknown
Spacious beyond comprehension

Waiting for a message
Fingertips poised for the tap
The mundane gathers the call

Waiting for the whisper of a gift
Feeling the sureness of words
That the cosmos will deliver

Hard is the buzz of the amour stink bug
In the immediacy of the invite
Hidden in the folds of the curtains

The winged buzz threatens a landing
Breaking into Empty presence
A thief of the silent waiting.

Hands and arms flapping it away
Utterances of unkindnesses
Knowing the creepy feel of that crawl

The awareness now seeks to awaken
This traveler that meets the intrusion
with resistance and a curse

What say you armored bug?
Gift me with your presences
Share the vastness of this Now

I give you freedom in winter chill
As the last bit of life of you
Speaks to the One Heart

In the Empty presence of
The vastness that is in All
Wisdom is in everything

Jeanne Adwani

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If I ever forget
the trout that rose
behind the biggest stone
in the middle of the stream
near Whitefish
the year that just my Mother and I
went to fish camp

Remind me, would you?

Its snout surfaced
to take a Blue Olive
drifted just so over the top of the rock
and spilled into the eddying pool.
Remind me how the orange maples’
reflection shone on its back.

A.M. Salt

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It doesn’t matter how the wind will twirl


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day 24…

It doesn’t matter how the wind will twirl around you

You walk on the edge of innocence hopeful

There is no banner of where you have been or the road ahead

Waiting has no more options, or anything else to do

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You walk on the edge of innocence hopeful

Life has cracked open in the unexpected way it does

Waiting has no more options, or anything else to do

Some words that live in the breeze call you out of darkness

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Life had cracked open in the unexpected way it does

The nature of elements is to liberate life’s mysteries

Some words that live in the breeze call you out of darkness

Listening will make its demands if you’re not listening

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The nature of elements is to liberate life’s mysteries

Senses wide open and willing will capture the innuendo

Listening will make its demands if you’re not listening

Choice has you right where it has always wanted you

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Senses wide open and willing will capture the innuendo

There is no banner of where you have been or the road ahead

Choice has you right where it has always wanted you

It doesn’t matter how the wind will twirl around you

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WE ARE NOT THE ONLY EXPERIMENT


“…We are not the only experiment”    Buckminster Fuller

This poem is from a prompt that invited me to choose a random quote and take the last few words of it and make it my own.

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We are not the only experiment.

We are The experiment torn from the heavens

of infinite possibilities to a finite moment

of existence in the experience of polar chaos.

Three dimensional duality reality

And it’s some other infinite Beings

reality show.

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We are not the only experiment

laid to the Universal pertri-dish

of spinning galaxies in Milky Ways

of murky existence to see how humanoids

will get along in the radicalization of duality

In the dark and light of it all

In the rotational up and down and

all around of the Hokey Pokey

with all yourself in wether you wanted

in or out in this dance of Being-ness.

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And it is all about the left and right

of you stepping into this Circle of Life

on this planet in it’s petri-dish we think is

floating out there in the vast somewhere

Not on that shelving unit that has no end

to it,  Of old men, agelessly ambling

down the corridor of infinite everything

eyeballing each piece of Infinity to

see if one of us can make this Earth

thing work.

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Can we get along and survive?

Can we steward abundance ?

Can we Love unconditionally?

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We ARE NOT the only experiment

In Infinity’s Infinite and we will find our

way Home sooner or later

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On the Wrong Track


train on tracks

It all happens fast

The face of fear on those tracks

The choo choo outta sight in

The red pulse of flashing light

Eyes water a scarlett sky

In the horizon of pavement

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Stop? Go? suspended in surreal

Reverse goes neutral, neutral goes no where

Half in, half out and the white gate lowers

Flashing red amps up the heart’s beat

Breath stops in urgent hope

This isn’t the track wanted

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The tap tap of the white gate on the roof

Slam the car in drive

Slam the car in drive

Race for you life

Start breathing again

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Pantoum for Colliding Paradigms


Did Alice know?  Down the hole we go.  It’s not moving very slow… anymore.
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COLLIDING PARADIGMS

A matrix of illusive illusions in call to kinship desires

Paradigms collide hoping for the win

Fear wants for the caress of love and safety

How the ease is made for these deceptions

Paradigms collide hoping for the win

Choices make way for diverse consequences

How the ease is made for these deceptions

“Only you can prevent forest fires”

Choices make way for diverse consequences

Power is not over other, it is within

“Only you can prevent forest fires”

Smokey the Bear modeled stewardship

Power is not over other, it is within

Stake your power to the Highest good

Smokey the Bear modeled stewardship

Your land needs your greatest care

Stake your power to the Highest Good

Fear wants for the caress of love and safety

Your land needs your greatest care

A matrix of illusive illusions in call to kinship desires

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SOLAR RETURN again… a haiku


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A Solar return

Age moves old on bones

Winter’s chill illuminates

 

Winter’s chill illuminates

Hail the days gone and to come

Deep freeze till Spring time

 

Deep freeze till Spring time

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

The silence holds peace

 

The silence holds peace

Rebel life gets in the way

Days slip to the wind

 

Days slip to the wind

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

A Solar return

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