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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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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.

snow ponies

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

* * * * * * * *

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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