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ENERGY’S NEED


DAY 10… NaPoWriMo.

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There is no mistaking the way energy radiates

from everything and everyone laying trails

of Spike and tidal wave, of sooth, and grace.

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There is no telling how your vulnerable self

will make guard or open to the incoming

and how the ripples of other, quakes your sea

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There is no saying when the roll of it might hit

lay you flat to a false wall left standing

or give rise to the pull and want of more

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There is no knowing except in that intuitive sense

when that cone of protection imagined

holds you sealed, contained from the distraction

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There is little wonder how we make it through

a day, an hour, the occasional minute

with so much seething vibration around us.

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All of us here in the flurry and chaos

All of us here in the gentle and peaceful

All of us here getting by, wondering why

Dissolving in the bombardment of the endless

dynamic of energy, ever present, ever Being

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There is no escaping It

We are It.

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The Scent of You


Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. 

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MIDNIGHT BLOOM, Jackie Landry

 

It doesn’t matter where you come from.

It’s that you come and waft over me

A caress across my face I find my breath

A breeze over the back of my neck

A spiral around and in front of me

Filling me up with the scent of you

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The unexpected intoxication

I dare not move but to inhale deeply

Closing my eyes as I take you in

Floral musk, an ambrosia of a time ago

Sure it is you cloaked in invisibility

A dimensional rift, a crack opened

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For a moments longing in a heady swirl

All to do is to give into the swooning high

Allow it to find the sweet settle of mystery

That reminds me that we are never separate

In these quantum layers of Being

You passing me by in the meadow of your life

Me, sitting here in this chair at the rise of my day

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I hope you inhale all me in our passing

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WISDOM and FOOLERY


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Wisdom and Foolery have each other’s best interest

They share in perfect orbit around their Sun

What is cloudy for one is a bright and luminous for the other

Both are infinitely right and wrong in duality’s continuum

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They share in perfect orbit around their Sun

Interchangeable, vastly exact, interpreting the unknown known.

Both are infinitely right and wrong in Duality’s continuum

For what is foolish is wise and what is wise leaps into the emptiness

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Interchangeable, vastly exact, interpreting the unknown known

Pure innocence already holds Wisdom’s greatest gifts

For what is foolish is wise and what is wise leaps into the emptiness

And in emptiness is the sacred stew of what you have been boiled in

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Pure innocence already holds Wisdom’s greatest gifts

Separation tears at the tough flesh of victim mentality

And in emptiness is the sacred stew of what you have been boiled in

Allow in the silence that holds everything imaginable to be revealed

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Separation tears at the tough flesh of victim mentality

Wisdom will play the Fool because she can

Allow in the silence that holds everything imaginable to be revealed

Fooling yourself can only happen for so long

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Wisdom will play the Fool because she can

What is cloudy for one is bright and luminous for the other

Fooling yourself can only happen for so long

Wisdom and Foolery have each other’s best interest

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Birthday… a pantoum


My new year turns again with the Sun return.  I return here to share again .   Thanks for reading.

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They come with the speed of light in the getting older

That day that celebrates a full turn around the Sun

When all the planets align in some celestial order

And one more year checks itself into your body

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That day that celebrates a full turn around the Sun

Time as it is understood in Earth’s gravity language

And one more year checks itself into your body

And the waiting of how the end will come to find you

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Time as it is understood in the Earth’s gravity language

Makes no real difference in how the years will etch into you

And the waiting of how the end will come to find you

Breathing holds us all in the box of living

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Makes no real difference in how the years will etch into you

When all the planets align in some celestial order

Breathing holds us all in the box of living

They come with the speed of light in the getting older

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INTO THE WAKE OF DAY… an aubade


The invitation from the www.NaPoWriMo.net , Day 6, site is to write a ‘aubade’.  An aubade poem comes from those flirty French, and  is  a poem written about the break of day when lovers must part.   It has a lament about the parting of the shared night of love, or whatever the share might have been.  Only, that now, as the day rises, it is time to go.

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I am tangled in the sheet of you

Wrapped tight in the weave of night

Ornamented by where your lips

Found my unseen scars

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I handpicked a star to light

The path of how your tongue

Found my moist vulnerability

My land quaked with yours

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An now in the sliver crescent

Of Sun rising a whisper of

Goodbye unravels the braid of us

Curls the edges of departure

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Around our naked night spent

And you take that thin silver

Thread left between us out

The door into the wake of day

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A Living Altar


I am beach stones and shells

a wisp of wind to sand

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I am a Fairy finding her tale

I am chakras of sacred geometry

I am every yesterday

I am that feather found

that flower turning

a candle lit

I am my mother face

my father’s song

I am hands laid up

I am hands laid down

I am healing light

a forest of pine

the smell of grandmothers

a whiff of youthful remembering

I am spiraling galaxies

I am of infinite space

I am God, Spirit, Source

magic and mystery

I am every myth unfolding

I am the untold waiting

I am She Who is the altar

And all this and more I place

on my sacred journey to BE

All that I am and have ever been

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I AM HERE… BEING


 

NEW HOUSE

Weave out of the old

Texture the new

Find the color

that the breath

gives to the empty

to spread on the

 

Walls of a new life

made ready for this

next moment and

the next as the wait

shortens to the Call

of the way of a

 

Whisper rising to

be heard just right

in this weave in

this texture

in this colour

that breath gives

 

When home finds

a new place to Be

in this passing

of days on this

Land, in this place

for a little

 

While longer

when Home at

last becomes

the vast wonder

of the Infinite

And till then

 

I am Here

Being

 

 

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