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In Salutation


me n' my shadow

me n’ my shadow

In salutation

An all hail wide open

A colourful unfolding to

the the wake up call, breathing

Being licked by the sun

and breeze.

Shivering to the gather

of grey soon to come

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In salutation

An all hail wide open

to the moist refresh

toes tickle naked

on wet grass dancing

The body heaves a welcome

.

In salutation

An all hail wide open

So wide the earth pivots

a pirouette in polar shift

Of Northern to Southern

exposure calling in east and west

And you breathing It all in

like that first startle of wonder

When the myth of life tagged you

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In salutation

In an all hail wide open

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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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THE ALL WRONG THINKS TO RIGHT ITself… a pantoum


I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”.  I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it.  This is that poem.  The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness.  As you see, I changed it.  I switched it around.  I didn’t at first.  I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around.  (what a concept)  Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around.  I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all.  That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.

Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out.  So… here ya have it.  Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.

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The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

There in lives the story line of despairing thought

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

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There in lives the story line of despairing thought

Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known

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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

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writing for 45 minutes, 4 Feb 2015 A GIANT RAMBLe AbOuT aging.


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This is a bleary picture of me at my 67th birthday.  Bleary is good.  LOL.

Ok… here it goes.  this is what happens in 45 minutes when I sit to write.  little if no editing.

8:37

There is an age you reach where the thought of how many years you have left to live is something you decided you’re not going to consider.  There isn’t half as much left anymore.  Maybe not even a third as much.

Middle age has passed, even the “new middle age” has passed.  ( Who determined that anyway?) and the hope for a new middle age, if we live to 150, is unlikely.

How many years have ya left  if you’re over 60 and counting?  That’s right people over 60, not so many.  AND, it’s a good idea to get good with that, and not calculate to often out into the not-so-far decade away or so, cause that can roll you over on your back like bad dog and make you feel all kinds of vulnerable.

And, how about how time is going REALLY fast.  Wasn’t it just Christmas last week?  Is it only 6 weeks till Spring? Thank God for that.  It will be Spring tomorrow and you’ll wonder, “Didn’t winter fly by?”

I’m a Hairdresser/Artist. I look in a mirror all day long at you and me, watching myself and you age.  And… I’m going to work till my hands can’t move and I’m cutting myself more than your hair.  I know that sounds scary and grim.  And we both know that’s not gonna happen like that, right?

And, how can I imagine retirement?  I am not one that has embraced the journey of retirement in those traditional ways: saving, gathering, etc. etc.  I live to the full extent of my existence in the moment; saving little and celebrating  life moments as they present themselves.  Really, it’s all a gamble, and I have been called to the gamble of BE HERE NOW. (Thanks Ram Das)

When I get off the train of ‘Now’, a little bit of terror creeps in.  I hate terror.  Who likes it?  NO One.  That terror involves questions and sentences like this running through my head…

“What are you thinking? You have no retirement, no real extra cash, no children to buffer you, (I never wanted children, so that one isn’t really relevant).   You live by the seat of your pants and you’re getting old.  Your knees hurt, you got stuff that you can’t identify that comes and goes.  WHAT the fuck are you thinking you old geezer girl?  You’re gonna have to just drop dead one of these days and hope it doesn’t hurt too much and there is no lingering.  And that no one will have to coddle and fawn all over your dying pathetic body for too damn long.”

I let myself have these’s projections.  They happen more than I like to have them happen.  Then I look around as all that I have that I am grateful for, and let those pleasures and joys fill me up and push away the fear.  Future stuff has yet to happen and why linger there?  I have no idea.  Do YOU?  What good is it to fall prey to what we thing is going to happen as opposed to what is happening right now?  How can we make that good? WE have the power to change our attitude right now.

None of us get outta here alive in the physical sense of things for sure.  My spiritual path says I am an Infinite Being and Love is all there is. (Me and the Beatles are tight)   With that said, I’m having some trouble with this aging thing.  I do not wish to linger in the negative zones of that ‘thing’ as it creeps in to smother my good humor and well being.

Don’t think for one minute I am above having a good ol’ face lift.  It’s a respectable thing to do.  And we have the science and the Way to get looking younger, like how we feel inside.  I feel 30.  I do!  How about you?  And that face in my mirror is not a face of a 30 year old. NO it isn’t.  Graceful.  Nice one.  Gracefully aging.  I’m trying.  I am, I mean it.  And if I had the money to spare, I’d get a little nip n’ tuck.  I hope you still honor and respect me for these wants of mine.

My 45 minutes is almost up.  Thanks for listening.  You are kind.  Now you know a little more about me and how getting old sucks on some levels and is wondrous on others.

Here are the wonders.

I know a lot of shit.  And I have lots of wisdom

I’m still highly creative

I believe in magic.  I always have

I love my friends and family

I know I am loved deeply.

I am still learning things everyday

I love life

I think the Seasons are glorious even when I complain of too cold or too hot

The Earth is magical

I am a Mystery unfolding

I love feeling 30 inside this 67 year old body.

There is fabulousness in living in the moment.

I close with giving you a Haiku

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Bringing in my Breath

Wonder and magic fills me

Dancing on the edge

9:22am

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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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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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Souls-tise pantoum


Happy Summer Soul’stise

A pantoum in rhythm  till it doesn’t.

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POPPIES AT MERTHA'S CABIN

A longing day into a short quiet night

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

Colours can’t be hidden in the minds eye

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

 

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

Streak like falling stars in the midnight sky

 

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

Streaks like falling stars in the midnight sky

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

 

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

The long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

This day of Summer Solstice will not hide in the grey skies

 

The Long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

Colours can’t be hidden in the mind’s eye

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

A longing day into a short quiet night

 

 

 

 

 

 

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