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The Chalice


        Do you pour yourself into a cup, a pool, an ocean
Do you pour yourself into a bowl, a pond, a sea
Do you dive deep, swim the shallows, go float
Do you go in dressed up, or go in naked
Is there a nature to how you enter in
The way life pulls at your breath
The way you decided to do life
Can you breathe under-
water
~~~~~
What
suffi
cates
your
Being
~~~~
Stillness
won't drown you
There are messages in the
Vast waterway of your Being-ness
*
Drink from the Chalice of your soul



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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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

`

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

`

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

`

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

`

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.

`

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

`

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

`

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

`

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

`

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.

`

copyright 2020, 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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IMPOSSIBLE MAGNIFICENCE


30 April 2019

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LIFE FORCE

This last Poem for the month of NaPoWriMo (30 poems in 30 days, of which I completed) is inspired by a Jill Badonsky prompt.  

“ What impossible magnificence do you wish to grow up to be?”

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Magnificences is the healing calm of my breath

With the sure swift shift of fear to peace with my smile

I grow into that knowing, more like a remembrance

Of an ancient time when breath and smiles were the sooth

The gentle balm that floats and flows over us all in joy

A sweet exhale and the glisten of those pearly whites give ease

Give a shivering giggle that is caught on the wind

And is carried on the breath of everyone.

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CIRCLES AND LINES


29 april 2019

circle and lines

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Circles and Lines

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Unity lives in the Circle

A sense of connection

A field of nurturance

Guided by the moment

Living in the what’s real

Held to the rule of flow

~

A mandala of prayer

Hand to hand to hand

Heart to heart to heart

Linked together in common

With uncommon ways

finding the Way

~

A line stretches out

May move and weave

In it’s lateral expression

It has a plan, an action

An intent to conclusion

Bound in stated process

~

Straight goes this Way

Inclusion set to strict modality

A paradigm steeped in rightness

Too long holding the reign

This line needs a new paradigm

Inclusion calls for flow

~

And so we go, circles and lInes

Lines and circles in need

Of each other in the paradox

Of how one holds the other

In the differences and sameness

The line runs cold without Circle

~

Time, timelessness, yearns

for flow in the Circle glow

Rising together to heal the line

drawn between us for so long

United are we when we circle up

Sovereign each, connected to flow

~

cc… jeanne adwani

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I Make Waves Not Ripples


26 April 2019

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There is longing in those dark blue pools

When you look this way, the way you did

all those years ago

~

The pebble of my leaving still leaves a 

faint ripple ring around your heart

I can feel it come for me

~

I am the shore feeling the dark waters

of your heart tap, tap, against my edges

They are caught in the moss of me

~

All that moist yearning feeding 

on the green verdancy of my becoming

I no longer swimming in you

~

Past the treading of water to catch

all my breath back to myself

You can not pull me under

~

Buoyant, diving with the sharks

wrapped in jelly fish and barracuda

your pools are a puddle

~

And I breathe under water now

I make waves not ripples

I am the emerald sea

~

~  cc… jeanne adwani

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