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I AM A POEM


I am a poem of painted symbols, ancient wisdoms
Crafted visuals, words with rhyme and reason 
in the no reason at all in inky color prisms

Color frequencies, Pirate girls, mystic Mama
Bengali Tiger, peace, and love, vampire bites
dripping blood, Dante's Furies and wordless drama

A her-story of talisman, primal remembrances 
A needled rapture of yesterdays longing 
etched beneath my tender flesh in my transparence

Yes it hurt with a celebrated welcome
Leave that judge of yours off my skin
I am rich in story as it is my rebellion 

Poetry becomes me. It is a wound I choose to wear
Even tho' you may read me on my surfaces
It's to the heart of me that waits the deeper share

copyright  jeanne adwani 

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It’s in the small kindnesses


It's in the small kindnesses
In the feeling heard, being seen
The way eyes meet and you know

It's in the acts of gratitude 
the gesture with no word attached
Of words that come from the heart

It's in the actions that speak
Louder than superfluous verbosity
full of empty promises.

It's in the giving that requires 
no receive, no laud, no fame
a welcome silence in the blare

It's in the doing nothing 
That that something finds it's way
to the surface that needs doing

It's in the know that you are there
on the other side of the world
across the street, in front of me

It's enough to feel that presence
surrounding me and that I am Loved
and held tenderly to your heart


  copyright jeanne adwani


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The Last Ember


Not the first burn-it-all-down 
An aftermath of broken hearts
In the relief of at last it's done
Or undone yet again in the fever pitch

Of how the cycle returns to itself
with a hundred matches lite under
The vulnerable exposure of choices
Incongruent with each other, writhing

Looking for that patch of green
Under the April showers to bath in
From the smoke and faltering
Cinders laid to waste by the 

Try to hard yet again and again
By the lashing beseech of lost 
Yesterdays yearning to free the heart
Outcasted on a lonely patch of Spring

Waiting for a renewal
Waiting to be the seed planted
Waiting for the rain to drown
The last ember 

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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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What are we slipping into


Days slip into each other
Like they are liquid, viscus
Even a little rubbery, stretchy
We presumed them to be different 
Because the calendar says that's so

Only.

Days keep slipping into each other
A strive to make them different 
make them defined from what was yesterdays
breakfast, a different route for that 
dog walk, shift feeding the animals first
making coffee the priority, showering in 
the afternoon instead of after morning chores
Connecting with friends in the middle of
the day, sitting around in wonder of this
time that has no time stamp.

Because

These days, they keep slipping into forgetting
Slipping away from the predictable 
Slipping away from the rituals, 
Slipping away from the define productivity 
of the familiar that now must flow into change

We

Are Slipping from the ways that demand that of us
Not because it's a slippery slope or that
we might slip on our asses and make us the fool
No, this slip and slide routine is the order of
these new days, a pandemic reprograming to release 
the old, the uselessness, the unimportant habits that

Must

Be slipped into like a tight woven chrysalis 
So that when we melt, dissolve from our old self
we morph into our new self resolved, renewed
We push, we crack, we hurt, we scream, we weep
and are re-birthed in a new paradigm of renewal
We slip into the arms of this unknown and 
become fully realized in the only Truth 

Love



 copyright. jeanne adwani

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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

 copyright. jeanne adwani

 

			

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QUIET


In the quiet is when I hear myself
The steady beat of my heart 
the echo crackling pulse in my ear
The questions my skin asks of me
like... 
When will you rub cream on me?
Why haven't you let me feel the wind today?
I hear the Sun calling to me 
Will you take your face to greet him?

The quiet doesn't sneak up on me
She doesn't really do anything overt
Or show any change in her weather
She is simply define by a lack of noise
By the clarity of the air 
The ripening  freshness 
As green returns to the once Wintered land

Quiet doesn't claim any particular season
There isn't one element or another 
That she aligns herself with
There is no vitriol to her presence
No pressing want of need given or asked for
She doesn't make any demands of any kind
She simply is.

When all the busy, all the over achieving
All the doing, the placating, the perfecting
the absoluting, the info gathering, and chatter
Stops 
Quiet arrives in her not-very-fancy attire
She's really quite naked,  vulnerable
Unimpressive might be what some think
As she seems small and lacking in personality
With nothing at all to say.  Not a word
Not a thought, emptiness, a void

That's when I know she's here
In the stillness, the silence
Sitting next to me, in me
Quiet is the most tender part
of my heart, a deep well of waiting
Every answer I ever needed to know
arrives in her eternal presence.

copyright.  jeanne adwani






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THERE IS NO NORMAL


Make mention of the new normal
Thinking that there ever really has been
A normal

A relativity decided by whomever is talking
from the lens of their perspective
we're all talking

LIfe's axis is making a big shift
A quantum move, a flow with or not
You decide how you will shift

Never think that Mother Earth will Not win
Her lung power far surpasses all of us combined
What's essential will win

There is NO normal in any of our days
We made up what we thought we needed
Illusions made safe our days  

What is the essential left when all is surrendered?
Habitualized rituals laid waste to what was
And our very breath is surrendered

~ copyright. jeanne adwani





 



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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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The Meaning of These Days


 

The Meaning of These Days.      NaPoWriMo.  Day 1

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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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