Poem 26, Day 26

feather flows

on water’s tread

the texture of ripples

from ducks’ swimming

maneuvers

.

the moss on the bank

with another layer of

fine hairs ascending up

beyond its ground cover,

velvety-rich and green

.

damp soil from

morning rain

the kind of rain that

eases the mind’s response

to a new

day

and suggests rainboots

.

once more a cuddle delays

putting on the lights,

opening smooth curtains,

and revealing the misted vistas

beyond window’s inside light reflection

softening and aglow

.

steep the tea in a kettle

for longer,

saturating, steaming

then tasting a

rendering of flowers

on an untouched palate,

.

thus begins the day.

Poem 25, Day 25

I said yes again

To more action

More spark

More passion

.

I said yes to open books

TBRL lists in spades

Scheduling my time

And looking under nooks

.

And crannies for

More to heal the fabric

Of my silken mind

With pulls and snags

And places where the flow

Gets stuck

.

There’s gotta be a yes

around every corner that

Gets us into trouble, and duly

Gets us out of said trouble

With a wiggle and giggle

And some more Yes,

.

A no is just as good.

when understood

It speaks peace in volumes

And slows the divine time

Into manageable parts and

Starts over, when ready.

.

But. This time. Again.

I said yes.

I said yes to this mess.

All of it, and to unraveling

and to giving my time away

as though

It doesn’t end…

Mercury stations direct again today. Aries sparks continue to fly. April has been a whirlwind. May you enjoy your birthdays ahead, and your springtime joys! Have some fun for me, too! 😆

Poem 24, Day 24

Her hands

are little five-pointed stars

that used to fit 5 of them

in my

ONE hand

.

Her fingers,

would curl

around my finger

.

First by reflex

and now, even still

nearly 5 years later,

a little squeeze.

.

Every star ⭐️ would wish

to be the twinkle in her eyes,

the raised corners of

her mouth like red

curtains pulled open for

stage performance,

.

her smile corners

tied in little golden

boughs of excitement

when she makes a silly

joke,

.

understanding irony

beyond her years,

beyond time-limits.

.

She recites from her

memory, so vivid and

sparkling,

.

a crystal clear starfish memory

suctioning to knowledge

understanding,

and application.

.

Her Kee Ma Jaseh

developing into

deeper knee bends,

receiving high 5’s,

counting down from 5,

counting to 100,

5-Times

mathing, reading, sighting,

singing

.

cartwheels 🤸

another star ⭐️

5 points,

1 head, 2 legs, and 2 arms.

.

This star will never be alone,

shining on her friends.

with karate developing

in her hands,

her heart:

.

And with an Open, Golden, Bright mind.

⭐️🤸✋🏻💗🧠🧐💪🤸⭐️

Poem 23, Day 23

Ancient one

Speak to me in between

lines

in between minutes

Breaths,

Rings of the bell,

Ticks of the clock

,

Ancient one

Feed me when my next meal is

unknown

When my

connection to the divine feels a

trickle

,

Ancient one

ease my impatience

my doubt

ease the jagged edges where

snags of thoughts

conspire to unravel me

into unrequited nothingness

,

Ancient one

Hold my hand,

Be present with me

Notify the world to be kind

When needing to hang a sign

on the door to say

“Out for some air.”

,

Ancient one

Let me grow into your grace

Feel the peace that openness

And readiness provides;

Let speak more directly

through you.

Ancient one

Walk this way with me

Today, Tomorrow,

and Always.

Poem 22 Day 22

Unbreak this Earth

Kiss her feet, her skin

Let her know you care about

How well the oceans flow

.

How clean the air is

Unbreak these wars

The cries of children

gone silent

The cries of hostages

Tortured

The cries of terror from

Evil demonstrations of power

.

Unbreak these broken bonds

The ones in families

And in communities who can

No longer trust neighbors have

Got. their. back.

.

Unbreak my heart

Your heart,

Our ONE heart

As we struggle to unite

While forces tear apart

.

Unbreak the social dissonance

Lack of true embrace, connection

Conscience

Trust. Poverty of graciousness

Unbreak my head and heart full

Of scribbles and tears.

Nightime fears

.

It’s hard to sleep well with one

Eye open.

.

Unbreak the spell of discord

Of misstep, of Russian roulette

Economic exclusion,

Economic confusion

Economic illusion

.

Unbreak our hopes and

Strengthen our confidence

Fight for nothing but your soul’s

Kindness and Grace

Watch love with Lace

weave space,

and pace

.

Yourself.

.

We can do this.

Big thank you all for your encouragement. This is the last weekend of the challenge, and each one of you have contributed to my ability to pull through! 😍. I love you all more than you probably know. 🤗⭐️🌌 Earth 🌍 Day. 💕 Spread Love

Poem 21 Day 21

I am

Surrendering to

Rosewater and saffron

apples

while quaffing baby blue

and pink skies

white puffy clouds growing

with squinted eyes

Twinking and winkling

in the hues of rue

The fields of sun’s love

Satisfies my desire to run

With arms wide out

A breezy fun,

to run about,

To slow then roam

My nervous system at home

The sense of peace collecting

In degrees of openness softening

laying in soft Corsican mint grass

arms and legs out like a star ⭐️

Surrendering to

Eternity

“Poem 20” Day 20

He took away my voice

Because I wasn’t good enough for him

My vulnerability

Didn’t matter.

My wings were easily clipped

Because I had not yet developed my

Center.

So my voice disappeared

🌌🌟

One day, I will rise

From the dead

silent

Music-less dungeon

where I was sunken, captive

for too long.

Until then,

I just whisper

And consider

what will heal this

Overwhelmed chironic

Taurean wound.

I see echos of her

spacious flying delight,

but still, she is not here.

Her desire has not fully

woken.

Poem 19 Day 19

The Medicine way

The gift you gave me

as your conduit

fresh fruit

Ready made magic marker

from the invisible pen of the divine

Sparkler

Each soul I serve

Adds light to my footsteps

Traces grace to my smile

So much love

So much peace

Rains down on me

The roots from the ground rise

Up and join thee

Nourish us

You, medicine hands,

Have shown me guidance

Shown me the

limitless source

of blossoming

Humbling me

Bringing me to my knees

In gratitude,

The opportunity

To soul-climb

Ascension, raising vibrations

In all dimensions, no negations

Secret serenade with

Jupiter and Uranus amplifies inventions

With intentions

I let it flow

My voice speak low

Oscillates,

The drum of my belly

The sound descending,

The spirit incarnating,

The Earth reforming,

My lips entraining,

We are re-gaining,

Ground.

Poem 18 Day 18

Breathe me in

This life is so rich like

complex chocolate

hits every level of your tongue

your being

maybe a hint of cayenne sparks

some extra moistening

an extra crunch of raw cacao

connecting with a touch of

mocha, the espresso bean

swishing in with rose notes

and finishing with mild

orange hints

All this but with your breath

On your tongue

Your awareness piqued

Breath, mixing with ocean

and sand,

Opening the senses to the mist

That yields a light

breeze on the temples

centering to the satisfied being

collecting energy

into the center.

Being present.

*this poem is dedicated to a mother of a friend who had suddenly recently passed away during our recently solar eclipse, she was unwell, but had bounced back before. This is a deeply spiritual woman who has left a legacy of love.

Poem 17 Day 17

Hold my hand
To make the sun shine
Bring the grip
We can’t resist
This life requires
Both hands
Most times
We have to read between the lines
And do that while
We are signing on the dotted line
Can’t think
Can’t speak
Close your eyes to summon the deep
Find the right choice,
Right action
Bind to the motive for
assuming best transaction
I’m filing myself
Away for you
Making meeting notes
And memories to prove
We have the reserves
We need to
experience the love
Our heart deserves
As we sweat and swear
Bring out tears and share
Open and close books
With great care,
Addressing the most sacred of all
Our fare: this space
This touch
This supermost lust
To love the moment that we live
To be in the best place to
Forgive

Poem 16 Day 16

The fairy

brought the gnome

into her home

at the base of the tree

she took him to her breakfast nook

And there she opened up a big book

A page from, “The Love of Thee”

Therein a poem about a memory

from when she met a butterfly who

Had woken her up ever so gently

as she slept inside a shoe

It landed on her nose out of the blue

thinking her nose

was a rose

Thus began their friendship

Her fairy self with a butterfly

who liked catnip

She was no ordinary butterfly

Absolutely, she would fly too high!

And dip so low

She played with her shadow like

An echo.

Poem 15 Day 15

The portal opens

To a world with tangled branches

Alive and gnarled, character-filled

some would say.

The little man runs and skips

even does back-flips as he dances

And acrobats his way to the bottom of a tree.

At the tree’s bottom a single golden ring lay

it shines so bright he covers his eyes

But the ring is a fairy in disguise

She was at tree’s bottom, root home

In the kitchen when she heard some

Polecats munching

And snickering

She came out to see what is the ruckus

When the little man was among us

And too close a call,

She rolled herself into a tiny, golden ball

That collapsed in the center

She’s lucky she didn’t get a splinter.

She moved so fast and

Sure, he did fall, as he ran toward her

He skidded to a halt

Not knowing what the light was about

He began to shout!

“Ahhh! Unseen realms do not pout!

Show me what you are all about.”

Like that she poofed out of a golden ring

And into a fairy again.

Soon she discovered this man is

Her friend.

She and he

danced around the tree’s roots,

went into the garden

and dug up some chutes

They opened the door to the fairy home

and she said, “Well this place is also good for you, Mr Gnome.”

So “Come on in,

and I’ll write you a poem.”

Poem 14 Day 14

Write from the heart

Even when when your voice trembles

or feels uncertain.

When it Squeaks.

Write your wounds, your mishaps

share what teases you, fears you.

Program your mind to accept it all

With the confidence that you are okay

Allow your mistakes to shape you

Allow your life to feed you bitter wisdom

Even if that is the only wisdom available.

Be honest.

Hold true.

Listen to your heart. It’s here for you, to

Trust it. Best of all, to live it.

Find all the words it would say and live through them.

Poem 13 Day 13

Do and rest

Rest and do

Each day goes by

This is how we make do

Living the ratio

And learning to do and rest

At the same time

Is really the only way to

Soften into the life

we are living through day and night

but really it’s a do-be-do.

Song.

🎵

A song and a dance

and this is the ratio of singing and dancing

at the same time,

catch your breath, stay in step

Walk away from the show

but come back into the light

Live your magnificence in the rhythm

and then when you got that down

Coordinate with others

And rework it all over again

Because ‘other people’ have their own

Do-be-do

and work spaces, too.

inanimate objects have

life cycle too.

The environment will degrade them.

This doesn’t happen as fast to us, because

of the doing.

So the doing is as important

as the being

and the resting.

We have to be rested enough

to even “be.”

Do-be-do with

rest.

Awareness of each “Do. Be. Do. & Rest.”

is the program and music for our era,

To survive.

To exist

To thrive.

Poem 12 Day 12

unfolding blankets of fog

Lift from the hearth of life-rising

along solar memory lines of ground

Reshaped, dissolved, and reshaped again

The ground remembers the sun’s affection

Warmth in every direction.

Peace is music and medicine

Peace is silence and softness

Peace yields gently into greater

surrender

Moves slower, receives more

Let us find our peace inside even while

The world is dizzying, relentless

Let us make our soft, unbroken home

inside our spirit cave

safe, secure, and untouched

In spirit’s own relentless ingenuity and adaptation and wildness

Let us rise and fall

Like fog, rolls and folds and layers. May we see new smooth ways to go,

May we dissolve into rainbowed sun glow