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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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
Receiving the gift
Of waking
Sun rising upon the day
The enchantments of nights still
Linger
The ornaments of dream
slowly fade
My warmth grows from my core
with hope and adoration
But mostly gratitude
For so much suffering averted
For so much pain, already healed
My prayers are always answered
Not in my time, nor in
The specific request
But in the earnestness that flows my heart
and knows my hands
And lives in me
Giving me more insight and awareness day by day
Today, another chance to grow
in awareness,
Another day to see what is already here.
Grateful for this ordinary magic
Too easily missed
Too easily taken for granted
Today another day to mold, carve, and influence my world
With passion, with heart, and with grace
apples are as delightful as
bananas but no more pleasant and surprisingly tart as
cranberries in salad or with oranges. Dragon fruit is good or
Dill pickles accent your sandwich for lunch but for dinner
Eggplant with ricotta and Mariana sauce
Fudge from the boardwalk completes your
satisfaction. Tomorrow we have
Gnocchi
Haricot verts and for dessert homemade
Ice cream
The days fly by with
Jicama chips
Kale chips
Lasagnas
Mandarins, Meringue, and Macaroons
If you are feeling flowers,
Nasturtium makes an orange delight satisfying eyes and stomach
Oatmeal, oatmilk, oatmeal cookies are all good in the morning
Plus plums, porridge, pineapples, papaya
Queijadinha (coconut and cheese tart)
Raspberries, Rhubarb
Strawberries
Too much! (toffee)
Ube is the best though coupled with
Vanilla
Waffles
Xoconostle
Yogurt
and
Zucchini bread
***Caught up on some extra sleep but still need more, last day of my 5 day clinic series where I am working on facial rejuvenation acupuncture with ancillaries. I’m exhausted though. I reached for “low hanging fruit” with this “poem.” May your senses be delighted nevertheless!
From her kitchen window
we watched the wind
Animate a wind sock
That told us when
It would rain
The kitchen door had a special
sound when it closed,
it sounded like a
bell, a jingle.
Because she cleverly
rigged it up.
Hot espresso on a cold winter
day, with honeyed spoons
spinning and twirling
My chair next to the radiator,
and the tomato sauce on my
plate ready for scooping
with warm bread.
verdancy,
fresh tendrils,
spiral spun.
jewel of the woods
flourishing’s begun.
The slow twist of the mist
from rainforest’s rug,
where vines like anchors
can swing and tug,
from delirious duff
to dizzy canopy
airy soars,
treetop balcony.
air so dense and
wafting streams,
leaf cutters crawling
among sunbeams.
nightime jaguar
onyx-blue flickering
stalking past trees,
she’s writing the
rainforest’s grimoire.
The morning
Is richer when
coffee is brewing
and the steam is
mixing with the
frosty windows
A little voice opens
the cash register “Ka-ching”
sells you a turtle from
your living room
and bonus surprise is
It’s a turtle baby inside
You give her cash but
she says her shop is free
and so you insist, I better pay
thee
How else is a shop gonna be?
The morning is yawning
with crusty eyes
that coffee doesn’t fix
tired sighs
but on a warm wash cloth
one relies
Good morning loves
the day’s a dove
cooing in the warmth,
apricity
winter lingers longer
making bird song
stronger,
Coffee. Water. Warmer,
Cinnamon for sure.
I’m hoping that the spacing turns out better than it did with my last post. I have written the poem in notepad and copy and pasted here. That changes the layout.
spirit diving deeper
into the ravine
a black opening
whence
this void holds the choice
in virgin dust it forms
for an emerging pregnancy
to incarnate
and send ripples
through the curves of space-time
tap tap on
the black top hat
the magician weighs
the rabbit beforehand,
make sure it fits
a universe inside it.
**
Moving through this challenge! Let see what tomorrow brings! It’s actually more fun to write poetry when all I have is a few moments. 🤪🎩🐇
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