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HAVE WE TALKED YET


18 April 2019

The Gilded Tarot

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Have we talked yet 

about the hard conversations

  when your body refuses you

  when loneliness consumes you

  when every which way is no way

  when abandonment keeps you victim

  when you feel not enough or

    maybe too much

  when nothing will Ever be perfect

  when death takes a beloved

  when aging lies to you

  when youth betrays you

  when loves leave you

  when dis-ease eats away at you

  when death stalks you

~

Have we talked yet

 about the way love finds us

   in the sudden heart opening

   in a flirt of an eye

   at the coffee shop

   in remembrance of what was

   in the feeling of what Is

   at that wedding

   in the gentle caress

   in the hard fuck

   at a spiritual retreat

   in an unexpected moment

   in the radiance of another light

  at the corner from your house

~

Have we talked yet 

  about our closeness to the Earth

  about the way a walk in a 

     a forest clears the busy mind

  about how trees and plants

    desire our communion

  about the dance of the clouds

  about the rain’s heart beats

  about the way the river calls you

  about a murmuration

  about how the fey entities know you

  about moss and leaves and dirt

  about noticing the song of dragonflies

  about the seasons greetings

  about rolling in the leaves

  about swimming naked in the sea

~

Have we talked yet

  about the Infinite Universe

  about the magnificence of Being

  about the Truth of Love

  about sin and evil

  about rage and joy

  about the wonder of breathing

  about feelings and emotions

  about the Holy grail

  about the nothingness and 

     the Everything

  about how we care for each other

  about kindness and grace

  about the transparency of honesty

~

Have we talked yet

  Because, I’d like to know you

~

Day 18, NaPoWriMo

  cc… jeanne adwani

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Queen of Whispering Darkness


15 April 2019.  napowrimo

Facebook brings interesting offerings. This is a shareable one for a little ‘poeming’

What’s Your Tarot Card Name? mmmmm?

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you are all That

Queen of Whispering Darkness

Give of your secrets on a wisp of dark

Dwell in the quietude of soft words

All hail to the absence of Light

~

Eyes closed to receive the gratitudes

Life dispenses the latitudes in moments

Fill me with the bounty of shadows

So that I might know my brilliance

~

In the silence infinity is remembered

In full surrender this open heart

In sovereignty I receive  wisdom’s gifts

To the whisper I give myself fully

~

And in the name that I now claim

I am the same and different

on a  whisper, in the dark

All is known and soon forgot

~

In choice all comes to repeat

Love is the great retreat waiting

Close to your heart ears listen

Timeless in this message

~

Queen of Whispering Darkness

remains in shadow’s keep

Out Loud she reigns in all her Light

Both Shadow and Light hold The answers

~

~ cc jeanne adwani

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There is No Poem today


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14 April 2019.  napowrimo.

There is no poem today

Only questions for your

 answering

Only ponderings that 

 might tease at your edges

 remind you of what matters

 most

~

A deeper invitation to collect your

 idle thoughts that need collecting

To sift out all the busy of

 that brain you overwork

 to settle into your best self

Your true self that hungers for

  peace and joy

To let you feel more than

 think 

~

There is no poem today

Only these questions :

~

What lights you up and gets you going?

What do you thirst for?

When did you last share yourself in love?

Are you enough as you are?

What brings you joy?

What do you keep hanging on to?

   Why?

How many times a day are you grateful?

Did you know that you can make a difference?

What is the one thing you can do to 

  make the Earth healthy?

How would you make better what you do?

Who do you think you are?

~

There is no poem today

Just these questions

just because

~

~ cc jeanne adwani

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She, Tree, Bugs, Birds, and Sky


day 4 NaPoWriMo

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PORTAGE LAKE SKY

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She took her voice to the big Maple

Gave it a breathy sonnet

~

He took it in on the fresh

breeze running through his leaves

Caressing each branch and twig

~

Her story teased up and down the

trunk, rippled each word around the bark

nibbled on by fat bugs hungry for

a little poetry.

~

Crows and Sparrows

Chickadees and Woodpeckers

came to feast, filled their bellies

on plump verses and clever rhymes

Taking flight into the big blue

~

Flitting and flying

Chirping and singing

Cawing out the sonnet

for the new day to hear

~~~~

~~~  cc jeanne adwani

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TREE WISDOM


white pine forest

Day 3… NaPoWriMo.net

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A cry, a call, a want?

There is easy in blocking out

    the smells and sounds of surroundings

In the sensorial complexity of Awareness

Missing the small voice, the delicate whisper,

    the hushed wail of hungry yearning

So quiet that only in silence might

    our senses notice

~

And maybe there is no sound to the human

    ear, but a aching wisp of breeze that surrenders

    the cry, the call, the want to a tender caress

    only recognized for our own need to be heard,

To be touched

To be noticed

Because the voice of you fails in your lack of trust

Your forgotten sovereignty,

Your forgotten wholeness.

You forgot yourself connected

~

And Yet there you are

Standing serene and tall, budding out

     in Spring’s early show, willing in the repeat

The roots of you reaching, reaching

     in the quiet cool underground of life force

Seeking in the cool dark earth for others

     in the weave of this capillary life of remembrance

      in this rooted stability of ancient knowing

~

I witness you

I see you, 

I feel the tender roots of you

Your budding excites me

Your Courage is mine

Your call, your cry, your want

is of us all

I hear you

I am You

I am that.

 

~~~~~

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The Willow, The Rapids


PACIFIC NORTHWEST 2 024

 

Morning…

This poem, which I am about to ‘makeup’ in this moment, is from the prompt given on the NaPoWriMo.net page.

I read a beautiful poem there by Claire Wahmanholm, The Meadow, The River, that inspired this moment of flow.

Let me see what’s going to pour out …

~~~  The Willow, The Rapids ~~~~~

My eyes followed the half of her

that went into the river

Her other half fluttered in the wind

Caught in the droop of willow branches

Holding her in a delicate balance

~

I tried to catch one of her eyes

The one in the tree held to silence

Closed and serene

The one in the rapids

Wild like the water consuming her

~

Should I save her from drowning?

In the wildness of herself?

Should I save her from the whip of the winds

In the fresh calm of herself?

I laid myself perfectly at the tip of that pinpoint

~

I felt into the drown of my wild concerns

Breathing into the serenity of the winds caress

Feeling into the desire of both of those halves

in the surrender of perceive wholeness

Making a break from each other

~

There was a losing to find

There was a split of understand

The hologram of wholeness was breathing water

And each breath took in the rapids.

Swimming in the wind has its answers

~

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~~ cc jeanne adwani

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FOOLING HERSELF.


Dark-Red-Lis

day 1 NaPoWriMo

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She wasn’t much for the silly.

There was no pun in her to mention.

A laugh required an awkward moment,

    maybe even a fumbled narrative about

    the courtship of humans in that messiness

    of figuring the ‘Other’ out.

~

That seemed silly to her, all that figuring

    it out, all that otherness, all that fumbling

    around for connection in the pet and grind.

The getting to know you in the stumble of

    words, lingering stares, lips that desire.

She figured that was pretty silly.

~

She figured there was no giggle in any of that

    in her stuttered awkwardness

Her hands twined around her loneliness

Wishing the yearning would dissolve

   out of her heart’s hungry want.

Where was the silly in any of that?

~

She tried to look away

She tried to feel away

She tried to let invisibility

    be the friend it never had been

How ridiculous that would be

    to be seen now, to be in the messy

~

To let the foolishness of lonely,

   of desire, ravage at her singularity

Breaking the resolve that Love was

   a silly thing, a confusing thing, a

   fraught and chaotic thing.

She wasn’t that kind of Fool.

~

The kiss changed all that.

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To Mary Oliver


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WORDS

The wind and trees

Stones, and rivers.

A silent path through

woods and meadow green

Snow speaking to your

tongue

~

Words gathered on that breeze,

In the whisper of the river over rock

In the song of the birds

  on the oak and pine

On the snowflakes yearning

~

They gathered in, the

cumulous clouds

On the burst of Spring rain

In the fickle want of

nature’s gathering

~

They  found you,

open and willing

A creature tuned in to

How a fence knows a crow

How leaves know their autumn’

How a coat wears the wind

How a murmur rides a wave

How moss invites nakedness

~

Words found you

In roots and crust of bark

In the swirl of grass caught

with the wind

On the tongue of the butterfly

In the coupling of Sun to Earth

In the face of the shimmering Moon

~

There was no where Mother Nature

   did not hold you as a sacred being

Held in her loving caress

You honored the gifts and rages of

Her giving.

She told you everything

Held back nothing

She cradled you in her arms chanting

And you spoke her wisdom

~

Thank you Mary Oliver.

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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.

~

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

~

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.

~

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.

~

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.

~

Night laid Herself down

 

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HOW COULD SHE, DARE SHE?


PACIFIC NORTHWEST 2 024

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

~

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.

~

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.

~

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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