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09/04/2021 · 1:25 pm

GIVE IT TO KALI


KALI MA

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Give it to Kali, she’ll eat it.  She’s famished

Take all that shit that doesn’t serve your life.

the people, the job, the hoard. that negativity

Give it to Her, Give it to Kali’s belly

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She’s hungry, she can’t wait to eat it

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Rid yourself of all that wants take your sovereignty

All that wants to suck your goodness away

Everything that you let break your good flow

Give it to Kali, give it to her completely

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She’s so hungry for it, she cannot wait to eat it

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Look at her, she’s quivering with desire

She loves the rot and stench of your stink

Of all that you have gathered that smells

up your life with toxic dissidence

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She’s beside herself with craving for it

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She cannot wait to eat it up, gobble it down

Smack her lips with unabashed delight

It slithers down her throat in orgasmic pleasure

Give your shit to her, All of it, Hold nothing back

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She’s so very hungry. Feed Her!

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She will come for it if you don’t release it

She will eat it up whether you are ready or not

She knows that for your creativity to flourish

For your goodness to be alive and purposeful

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She wants to take all your malignant puss and eat it

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Give it to her. Not later on, Not tomorrow. Now!

Your life is a cesspool with that stuff you drag around

Let her drag it.  Let her take it and destroy it for you

Hell, She wants too.  Look how ready she is.  Drooling

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She’s ready.  Writhingly. Undulating with hunger

Give it to Her.  Give it to Kali.  She’ll eat it

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jeanne adwani. @Copyright. 2021

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07/04/2021 · 8:54 am

Into The Fire


3/5/3/3/7/5. Shadorma 26 syllables

This is poetry form taken as a prompt from the NaPoWriMo.net website for todays poem

artist unknown to me.

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Into the Fire

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There is no

dousing the fire

when it all

needs to burn

fan the flame of destruction

what is done is done

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Make sacred

the empty land of

blackened waste

an altar to new beginnings

the phoenix rises

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Jeanne adwani  @copyright 2021

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04/04/2021 · 11:24 am

Anointed


Magdalene anointing.

Nail Love and compassion on the cross of your righteousness

Swing high for all to see how right you are in that self-proclamation

Sponge the water of life on the dry mouth silence of your transgressions

Declare death to differences and censor the voices of conspiracy

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Holy of Wholy lost to hearts closed to tenderness forgetting Oneness

The beggars and thieves know well how power over serves no one

Hanging as a trinity at the crossroads of possibilities pondering

Choice that comes from the heart, not the evitability of this death

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For death is guaranteed no matter the road taken on life’s journey

No matter what you nail yourself to for your offences against yourself

In the dark cave of your resurrection the Magdalene anoints you in love

Caresses your heart in compassion, in the remembrance of your Oneness

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Reborn again in the light of tenderness as you take the path holding

The hand of she/he who you feared, now your beloved walking together

Free of the fear that bound you to separation and extinction.

Held in the anointment of this now moment of love everlasting.

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Jeanne Adwani. copyright. April 4th 2021

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02/04/2021 · 10:20 am

Lost in LaLa Land


LOST IN LaLa LAND,  A Hollywood memoir 1978’

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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked in the early hours

Hollywood had had a bite of my soul in the dark night

Such a quiet unseen brutal take of self-given willingly

Overtaken by the false comfort of drugs and booze

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The pickup of idle chat moved to hungry lust imbibing

A perfect storm of Ferrari, and handsome bundled up

Danger hung in dripping stalactites over the bed

Yet unruffled as we sat on its edges before the long fall

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 Carelessly, in Mr. GoodBar style, hunting dark mysteries

Swallowing the soft kiss deeper into my body waking

The edge ever so close for the wild jump risk of life

The tilt of the room, the wonder on his beautiful face

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The roll of my inner storm, clouds bursting in torrent rain

Every tear that had been unshed flooded the room

Every want and wound soaked the walls, pooled the bed

Drowning was the best way to go as the vortex pull me under

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Memory has no straight line, no sureness to how tenderness

Found the moment in the gentle arms of a stranger’s hold

Petted like a lost child found with comforting words of

“You’ll be already, You’ll be OK.”  in repeat kindness

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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked before me as I walked it

Finding my way to my car alone unaided by my request

He gifted me with a gentleness I took to be time now

Soul healing needed a body temple safe and free.

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I packed the VW bus with my life quaking like this land

Filled it with myself and the surrender to find myself

Taking my salty tears to the ocean to be swallowed by the tides

Barefoot in the sand the land heals the soul of me

~. jeanne adwani. copyrights

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29/07/2020 · 8:11 am

MoonFlower


  • Moon Flower rising…

There is a sweet blossom melody

It lingers on the edge of this morning

After a crescent moon bath of scent

in the blue-black sky during dreamland

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Open still in this cool awakening from

The summers days full of wet heat

gardens limp in the cry for raindrops

And the glory of datura opens to the night

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Gives her full moon unfolding to the darkness

Stirring the shadows to her intoxication

With whispering promises of glory in twilight

To be remembered when dawn cracks open

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And Sun spreads light on her wilting magic

Radiance takes her life in slow droops

Radiance takes her perfume back to the earth

Quiet now, still as a new moon sky twinkling

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She closes her white velvet life to the morning

In the wrap of a mother protecting her seed

Rest comes in busy prepare of prickly pod

Daring you to snatch her children in day bright

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For hundreds of melodies wait to be born

A symphony of night blossoms in full bloom

On a clear summer night next July inhaling

Again the fullness held within those seeds

`

`copyright. jeanne adwani

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07/04/2020 · 11:26 pm

A REMEMBRANCE


I had no good byes for you just your name on my altar
Our reckoning happened long ago with so much pain
It was a hard forgiveness in the way-back-then
That came easy once my heart gave to that spaciousness
And compassion paid my soul a visit asking for everything
There could be nothing less than that full surrender 
Nothing less that a complete turn to Love no matter what

I leaned fully into those tender arms of absolution
Betraying expectations desire to have to have it returned
To have to make an equal exchange of emotional fairness
Covered with all  Sunny sparkle and pop-up love emojis 
I did it for me on behalf of a deeper love that rose
in the giving, in the let go, in the instant of full clarity

Like the Sun came and burned my insides clean of that hurt
An unexpected Phoenix rising from the death of a long ago
Child wound dissolving away in the ocean of my heart
That vastness makes me quake and wonder of this truth
Beating gently in the center of my chest, a steady pulse 
A'Yes' set free in the never have to go around again

I will alway remember you.  You were my first paradox  
Rest in peace

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		03/04/2020 · 3:05 pm	


	
Charting the Heart
	

		



Today’s prompt from napowrimo.net is to select 10 random words and then add 3-4 words that rhyme with them and make up a poem…    I took a photo of what the mess I created looks like… Gives you an idea of how it went.










There is a course to chart with the heart
It can start from any need that rises in the seed
of love's demand as you reach out your hands
making a new history from this complicated mystery

Ask permission for a hug respect the little shrug
No need to have the rug pulled out from under you
Respecting the Land that is of other is not in your command
Armadillos are not soft cloud billows to wrap around

There is no need to shove, offer the peace of the dove
Read the body's message of love come hither 
Luminescent Alchemy, roots out any blasphemy
Death's casket waits in the line of your mortality





copyrights. jeanne adwani.  3 april 2020





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		02/04/2020 · 12:07 pm	


	
When Pigs Fly on Joy Rd.
	

		



Day 2 napowrimo





I’m following a prompt given… writing about a specific place.    I take this road a lot cause I love the scenery and Heck, it is called Joy Rd. after all.










It’s just up Prospect St.





Three smooth miles of road





Take a left on the dirt of Joy





Kitty corner from the Sheriff station





Feel the car’s tires hit every





Pitted pothole, and rutted out puddle





With the kinda rattle that shimmies





Those girl parts with a little thrill





Travels fast to the top of the head





And in repeat





`





You slow a little cause a rough





country road will tell you too





even when the raw edge of pleasure





tells you something else altogether





Your car will be better off for it





`





Winter strips down nature





Let’s you see through  into the austere





gnarled foliage of how people





living in the country build their





domains away from the others 





Tucked into the pines and the oaks





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Maybe have a horse or two





Gather eggs from the chickens





Grow a field of life sustaining food





Fenced in their cloistered lives cause





They can out here on Joy Rd.





And I can slow drive for the thirtieth time





celebrating and breathing in a little country





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Taking in all the  something specials 





A little Joy ride for a few miles





Bumping and nearly grinding along





Depending on the season





Depending on the mood rising





Depending on if you want to take





aback road to your destination





I always do.





`





I know that in a couple miles





of slow driving, and being a nosy posy





Looking for treasure on the side of this





winter battled dirt road, 





There she stands





`





Lonely, beaten down over a few generations





Of living all countrified and productive





Now sitting on the edge of herself





 paint pealing, boarded-up windowed





Porch trashed, roof leaking empty farm house





A barren womb of prosperity abandoned





`





The seasons have had their way with her emptiness





In their freeze and fire that weathered away at





how she once thrived and life filled Her.





Nature will feed on and take Her back to Herself





This Mother is a great Re-purposer when it comes to her own.





It’s how she loves her lost children





`





We face each other, lingering in silence





This ageless beauty sits with all her scars





Her brokenness, her abandoned safety





Her dying shell ever so slowing melding





back into the Earth mother that wants her





`





The austerity of Winter’s breath hangs





between us.





An old/new  sign sways on the fence





Maybe the last to tell her story





“Flying Pig Farm” 





  she flew that coup long ago.





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		14/03/2020 · 8:41 am	


	
WIDE EYED AND WONDERING
	

		

14march2020


Rising up with this new day


In the brilliance of a welcoming


In the celebration of breath


Wide eyed and wondering.


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How glorious a morning can be


Knowing the gratitude of living


Feeling life surge in every cell


The tingle of life on our surfaces


`


Wide eyed and wondering


How it can be that this dis-ease


Stalks the very air we breathe


Stalks it into great compromise


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Each breath that supports life


Each breath that fills us up


With this morning Sun rise


Grants a facade of well being


`


Wide eyed and wondering


Knowing that this glorious


Moment is all there is


Taking it in like a baby’s first


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Breath of innocence filling up


Out of the womb of safety


To the vibrance of daily living


On our own in witness


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Wide eyed and wondering


We face what comes


In all our vulnerability


All our joy and skepticism


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Wondering in the loud and


The quiet of the way life


Delivers us to each breath


Again and again


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Can we keep our hearts


Wide open to receive


Our moments gracious


In gratitude, in accountability


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No matter the deliverance


The gifting, the hard slams


The gentle caresses


The dis-ease that tumbles


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Us all into fears waiting arms


Wide eyed and wondering


Can this new moment


This breath like the very first


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Guide us back to a new day


A fresh horizon waking up


Inviting us to revel in the


Wonder, the magic, the innocence


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Of a new day rising


Seeing with eyes from our heart


Wide open and wondering


How can we serve All this in love

			

	
	

		
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		25/09/2019 · 8:52 am	


	
Autumn Mabon
	

		



23 SEPT 2019





Ode to Autumn





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She makes a moist entrance





Still feeling the Summer green of herself





with blooms filling her senses 





And harvest already giving to be received





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She is a little care-less, a little nonchalant 





in the how soon of spicing us up in russets 





And golds, in the heart of her fire reds





and the becoming orange of green not





yet ready.





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She will become a stellar show of her season 





of radiant bliss in the ever ongoing cycle 





of her presenting vivid aliveness





She returns unattended 





She is a follower after all.





~





Sister Summer begs her to stay 





in the green and blooms





Asking for her to wait a little





longer in the predictability of her





coming around again dressed to kill





~





The renegade in her thinks to hold





the season at bay from the request





of her beloved SisterGreen and Light





Letting the heat and rains linger





In the verdancy and lusciousness





~





And then…the inevitable rises in her





She asks the Sun to take his distance





And the trees to make way for quietude





in their letting go of summer days





She invites in the glory of the harvest 





~





The sweet crunch of apples.





The rake of Summer’s release





The cool winds rising from the north





And the hungry want of Winter’s breath





Nipping at wings to to fly south





~





Falling into the  quietude of regeneration 





to rise again in the inevitable cycle of 





Birth, Death, Life in patterns repeat





Calling you to surrender, let go, release





Deepen into the peace of silence





~





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