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Night laid herself down


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Night swallowed up all the shiny blue

It swallowed up the deep grey gloom   

It swallowed up difference and likenesses

It swallowed lit corners and ate

shadows.

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Night swallowed up the tired and depleted

the lonely and forgotten

Night swallowed up all the joys

and gratitudes, the platitudes, and honors

tucking them in for a Sunny return

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Night came to give rest to the light

To quiet the busy mind

To give replenishment for the long day

To lay down the dreams

of possibilities

of hope,

of making better.

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Ending the worst for a new chance

Dreams of Love and beauty that will find light

in the new day.

Herald a new Alchemy for tomorrow.

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And maybe

Night came to have no dreams at all

save for the tender dive

into the want of nothingness

to forget regrets and disappointments

to simply fall deep down the path

of sleep.

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Night laid Herself down

 

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HOW COULD SHE, DARE SHE?


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She came hard, harsh

An unexpected Storm

in a sea of discontent

on the waves of unaware.

In statements and betrayals

A tsunami of igniting

Emotions laid raw,

confused, vulnerable

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She ripped the sails off the

Relation-ship

Tore them to shreds with

verbs and adjectives.

Giving nouns to perspectives

In the way objectivity

breaks at the heart

taking on the personal.

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She broke the mast nearly in half

held by the ropes in angry twists

and bitter, knotted, tongues

wagging words of Heart ache

and how could she, dare she.

All caught in the rage

of the collective Exhale,

A Dragon sentinel holds the entrance

with fire breath, and stomping tail

No one in or out within the

burning belly of the

Ship of relations.

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Her storm left the Ship in wreck

Debris lay waste and wanting

Scattered sentences and words

strewn as far as the horizon.

Waves stumbled over dying nouns

Crashing out the last yearning utterances,

and carved in the sand with strained hope

“I love you no matter what.”

Ace of Cup.

Wholy Grail.

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SPEAKING TRUTH OUT LOUD


 

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A stone settleS in my throat

from the long ago of

when children were seen

Not to be heard

Sitting around the Thanksgiving

table of abundance and belly full.

All the voices to be heard took

the air out of the room

We found our breath

in the light of the Kitchen away from

the weight of stories of futures

that had no relevance to our playground

of untapped dreams and magic.

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We were but the reflection

of Family’s prayers and hopes

in the right to story us as they deemed fit

into what they could never be only

in their hopes and dreams.

and how the should of us

got should on.

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The stone became a river pebble

as years came in to self awakening,

in the wandering and the wondering

where truth could flow and be shared

and the myth of who should be what

and who should be where in the familial

continuum container.

It came slow to dissolve

into the intent of self-resolve.

The claiming proclamation of;

I am not that story you gave me

I am not that silenced voice of your making

I am a voice rising in my fullness.

I am All that I am and you can not should me.

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The stone is a clear crystal amplification

of  Sovereignty Out loud in the Queendom of self

The illuminated voice of chanting in union with Love

and the proclamation of fearless intent to Be heard

in the Complex ease and hard softness of claiming

all and every word that needs saying.

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I amplify in the Stillness of All that I am

I am a crystal clear voice of paradox

I am Sacred in all my Creative forms

I am she Who Speaks her truth Out Loud.

 

 

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The Separation of Things… saving the world.


CROSSES TWIRLLED

 

Separation pulls apart our togetherness

Divides the tender Oneness of us

Makes cruel havoc of who is in the right

to wipe out who must be wrong

In that myopic celebration

All dressed in the fineness rightness

Strutting the lies of perception

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Separation cheats us of unity

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How closed the mind becomes in

A one belief held tightly wrapped

In clear assured pronouncements

Hearing others without Listening.

Speaking the expletive of limited thinking

Chests puffed up with words full of spike and bitter

Making Wrong someone else’s right.

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Separation has no place for forgiveness

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And worse still is the Heart that forgot to feel

The heart that holds the quiet voice of tender

The quiet voice of love unconditional

The ever present willingness to forgive

To hear the call to compassion and togetherness

How we all beat together in the blood, bones and

Sinew of our likeness and our differences?

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Separation is the ego’s dive into self-righteousness

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Can we meet in the in-between of light and shadow

Recognize our self in the Other, to truly feel and see

How all of us are here, breathing, living,

Struggling, laughing, dying, mourning,

Being right, Being wrong, Being…

Celebrating the adjectives of life as we live it.

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Separation is a destroyer of worlds

~

Can you dare to be wrong?

Can you give up your rightness to save the world?

 

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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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CHOSEN


 

white pine forest

What is it to be chosen?

Pulled through a portal rife

Same to same and different

Breath has returned steady

and the heart beats back to itself.

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Eyes track slow left to right

noticing how a forest looks like a forest

And the sun dapples the green

in shadow and light.

Senses rush to meet the moment

in this awakening

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With trees that smell like

sunrise and baked bread

and a sky that fills your nose

with the smell of mown grass

and sweet honey

~

Birds give their song to wings

That sing in the wind, tree to tree

A squirrel fills your mind with

forest talk of nuts and fruit and

that water is down that path

and just over the hill.

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Innocence has no answers

to this same and different.

Leaning alone against

this old tree that purrs like a cat

and fills the shock with the tender

comfort of a mother’s lullaby.

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Caroline pushes her body against

the tree letting the comforting resistance

pull her wobbly legs to a stand.

“That way” fills her mind and

the feel of bark pushes her forward.

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JANE? A fools journey


Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.    This is a spontaneous, on going, poem about Jane, and her Fools journey.

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Heart hand n mouth

She knew her name,
common among the abandoned
and runaway lost.
She forgot that it mattered
If it ever mattered till now
And if it had, would the memory
be candied sweetness or
layered in spikes and blades
with more of the ceaseless lonely
in this sea of other nameless
from the Lost?

The Bench ripple down her spine
A forgotten comfort, a familiar
longing, her skin flexed in
recognition, a silent welcome
followed by a far away voice
“Jane,
Jane,
Jane”
A long ago came tumbling in
with the coral sky swallowing the Sun
to the other side for that awakening.
Eyes open wide to the coming of night
Held to a singular beaming planet,
a radiant spike of light drives down
strikes her between the eyes.
Her breath taken from her
filling up on the blind of luminance
“Jane,
Jane
Jane can you hear me?”

 

copyright: jeanne Adwani

Photo: Jeanne Adwani.

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