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Time Has Changed


   

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Time is recalibrating, days crunch together in twelves

then expand into forty-eight, then have no meaning

not in the way we all laid our schedules down

not in the way we made our hours fit our days

not in the way we made up time like we imagined it

the Sun rises and set, the Moon makes her monthly pattern

there’s sense in that, there’s a time continuum in that

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Time is dissolving like we put it underwater to watch it

swirl in a vortex of energy pulling what we thought we knew

deeper into an unknown unseen cavern of timelessness

all the while we still think we can be on time, fill the day

while we watch the clock tick and move as if it knows  

the perfection of twenty-four hours and we should too

we ‘should’ on ourselves yet again.

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Time is teasing us just like the Sun does, shining so bright

so welcoming on a freezing day we think it might be warm

we feel a little thrill when the temperature says 28 degrees

and there He is all bright and smiling that sunny grin

what a liar that Sun is that can toast a marshmallow

that can make green lush an arid desert landscaped

Fiery bastard is such a paradox

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Time is liar, we didn’t think so. We don’t want to believe it

we are still held to the twenty-four, it’s what we know

it’s what we count on to keep us in a timely manner of life

the clock says so.  Big Ben belts out the hourly chime.

alarms ring out the hour to rise and shine to the new day

only have you noticed how out of sync the days feel

how running late or early, or out of time is the new time

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Time is different.  Time is not the same as it was yesterday

even a moment ago when you looked it all seem right on time

just like you knew it would be, felt it was tic toc-ing right

the world was timely and in perfect flow like you like it

nope. Take notice.  Feel into it.  Change is happening

space time continuum has you on alert.

Really, I’m not kidding

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Jeanne adwani.  copyright 2021

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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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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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CHOICE uncensored


I welcome your right to choice
To honor your Sovereignty to
be at the helm of your domain
To express fully what moves in
and through you uncensored.

I welcome your wisdom of choice
To take notice of the larger intake
Be ready to act on behalf of other
To express fully your respect
And care-fullness uncensored

I welcome your thought-full choice
To know you stand with other Sovereigns
Be ready to share in equality 
To express with an open heart
And let compassion flow uncensored

I welcome you in the enough of choice
To honor your Sovereignty to
Be ready to act on behalf of other
To express with an open heart
And to remember that 
what is done for One,
is done for all. 
Uncensored 


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The Breath of Us


day 4... napowrimo.net.  

A pantoum 

We are having the very breath of us taken from us
Then, the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater

Then the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us

It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day 
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her

We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day
Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the all around
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out

Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the All around
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out
We are having the very breath of us taken from us.

~~~~~. copyright. jeanne adwani

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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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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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copyright 2020, jeanne adwani

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The Meaning of These Days


 

The Meaning of These Days.      NaPoWriMo.  Day 1

2013-06-06 21.10.46-3                 

There is meaning to these days

that drift by in the quiet sequester

of the unknown in each moments breath

Listening to the invitation from Spring rising

in her gay green garment, pushing through the impossible

 hard cold earth that splits her cracks open for the birth push

For a small sprout to give her face to the Sun, feel the rain’s nurture

sway in the wind’s welcome

 

There is meaning to these days

that have us held to quarantine, to ‘shelter’

on behalf for the great well being of All

Settling into the quiet, the silence, the

slow down from the better-stay-busy’s

illusion of true purpose when all around us

what was once normal, standard, ‘the way

of things’, holds us all to the unknown of

everything.

What were rituals and daily bread

Turn upside down

What were the purposeful doings of making a living

Shut down

What held us to a monetary system of illusive security

Closed down

What ways to fight a dis-ease that has no cure we

Hunker down

Become the quiet and the stillness

is Earth’s invitation

in a shifting pattern, 

a readjustment, 

a new calibration of life, 

desperate to renew us all, 

to rebirth a New Earth

To be still and contemplate  

To listen to the all around and within

Earth wisdom is the meaning of these days

We can make meaning of these days

 

~~~~.   copyright, jeanne adwani.

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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

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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

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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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The Twilight Zone


5 may 2019

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   ‘Wisdoms’ come to me in that space of Twilight sleep; where we are not quite awake from dream time, and the liminal space between consciousness and sub-consciousness unwinds.  It is a favored place for me to be, all receptive, out of the conscious minds need to be alert, busy, on stand-by for the day to unfold and take me with it.  Sound familiar?

   In the twilight zone of my manifestation, not the one of Rod Sterlings inventive TV show,  I am all lazy, no where to go, to have Be anything or anyone other than she-who is resting fully in her bed.  It’s a place of timelessness, a place to let the languid ease of waking-up to the new day, move fluidly without constraints, without making life happen in any particular way if anyway at all.

   My receptivity in this twilight spaciousness, brings in a download of wisdoms that ask, with no pressures, no absolutes, for me to consider, maybe take to another level in my awake time.  Sometimes, I have no idea on the how, or the what of what gets shown to me, said to me, asked of me as I swim in this vastness that offers me specifics on the meaning of life and the Universe.  

   It is New Moon time.  The lunar cycle likely enhanced my Twilight zoning, planted a seed for me to love and give nurturance to my wisdom keeping as it fills me this morning.  I welcome it.  I bow to the gift of it.  I let it simmer in my heart, my mind, my body.  It has more to say.

Rest in the twilight

Let the seeds of wisdom come

In the dark Moon’s zone

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