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The Best You Got, a pantoum


day 8… NaPoWriMo

Right NOW

You gotta figure the best you got is right now

What’s done is done, what is to come is only your story

Might as well make that story good while you’re at it

Our Egos hate to live without answers

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What’s done is done, what is to come is only your story

Energy gets wasted on time spent making shit up

Our Egos hate to live without answers

The mind will stay busy making chaos when you let it

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Energy gets wasted on time spent making shit up

Letting the negative win feeds that clawing tale

The mind will stay busy making chaos when you let it

What the hell do you know anyway about tomorrow?

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Letting the negative win feeds that clawing tale

You’re the only one letting that drama unfold

What the hell do you know anyway about tomorrow?

And what makes the past your motivator for today?

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You’re the only one letting that drama unfold

Find the gratitudes, the Loves, the feel good

And what makes the past your motivator for today?

Time doesn’t have any significance in the Be Here Now

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Find the gratitudes, the Loves, the feel good

Might as well make that story good while you’re at it

Time doesn’t have any significance in the Be Her Now

You gotta figure the best you got is right Now

~~~~~ cc jeanne adwani

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TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER


Day 7, NaPoWriMo.net

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CELESTIAL PAINTING

TWILIGHT’S MESSENGER

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The whisper is louder

moving from dreamtime

moving from the way

twilight sleeps starts

the call in the waking

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Filling cells and senses

Live streaming through

veins and capillaries

Pumping the heart in a

yet unknown intention

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Of blood red morphing

into colour and light

Full spectrum momentum

ready to pull the arrow head

to its intended mark

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It takes paying attention

in this quiet space between

the worlds of remembrance

and the whisk away of

forget

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Laying the images and story

on to the blank slate of consciousness

Letting this whisper state of being

graduate to that wider awareness

of waking up to that ‘Ah Ha’

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Whatever guidance whispers

within twilight sleep’s call

into your dreaming ears

fills your breath with wisdom

calls your heart to ache with

the want of a new understanding

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It is yours to remember

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…cc jeanne adwani

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What IF?


day 6, NaPoWriMo.

following a prompt, 

the hokeypokey

WHAT IF?

What IF?

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If she decided to lay all that discontent down

  fill her Chalice with forgiveness,

  pour it all out and refill

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If there were enough of us that give up

  on trying too hard to get it all right~

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If you blessed your water with a million

  gratitudes before you drank it

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If kindness found you open hearted

   no matter the situation

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If we said what we mean and do what

   we say

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If the riveting act of radical honesty

   became the wave of communing

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If you ever let your heartache lead you

  to the truth of surrender

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If you could believe in your Divine

   Essence

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If you could drink the river’s waters

If every breath was a sacred moment

If every moment was a sacred breath

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if sacred meant a deep honoring of

  your living

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If you could have the clarity of how

  tenderness heals a soul

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If the flame in your heart burned for you joy

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If the dive in to your chalice of forgiveness

  wants to drown you

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What if…

What if…

You turn to Love no matter what?

What if

You turn to Love

No matter

What if?

~~~~

~~~cc jeanne adwani

  

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Nature Spirits are Seen


Day 5.. NaPoWriMo  New Moon in Aries

A Villanelle.  A french form of poetry that I feel compelled to try.  A first time dive.

The first line I choose to begin this poem is from the Astrological Sabian Symbol for this New Moon.

It spoke to me.  I read it on www.mysticmamma.com.   A worthy site for following the Lunation of the Moon

ftom thedeck1

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Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

A finger snap out of the shadows dancing

Soften your eyes to the magic to see what you get

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Quick in our ways of busy we forget

In child like wonder lives this remembrance

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

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All hail to a heart wide open to be Spirit met

On the horizon in the forest light seen

Soften your eyes to the magic to feel what you get

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In the meadows and gardens they set

Among the blooms of flower scent

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

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Oh to be of a child’s mind in no regret

Of  joy and innocence with eyes wide open

Soften Your eyes to the magic to see what You get

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Surrender, receive with innocent eyes re-set

Take in the Sunrise for recalibrated refresh

Soften your eyes to the magic to see what you get

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

~~~

** cc Jeanne adwani

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05/04/2019 · 9:53 am

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

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He took it in on the fresh

breeze running through his leaves

Caressing each branch and twig

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Her story teased up and down the

trunk, rippled each word around the bark

nibbled on by fat bugs hungry for

a little poetry.

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Crows and Sparrows

Chickadees and Woodpeckers

came to feast, filled their bellies

on plump verses and clever rhymes

Taking flight into the big blue

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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

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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

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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

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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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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.

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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.

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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?

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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

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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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