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

Poem 11 Day 11

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

Poem 10 day 10

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!

Poem 9 Day 9

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.

Poem 8 Day 8

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.

Poem 7 Day 7

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.

Poem 6 Day 6

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. 🤪🎩🐇

Poem #5 Day 5

unzip your star

and open up to your light

with the frequency of now,

step into photons anew

as you are able to.

Can you,

pause,

and put your hand to your wrist?

Feel around that palpable twist

to hear your inner drum,

rah-pum, rah-pum-pumm,

eclipse is not so far away

on Monday,

the solar star

is for a moment dark

to reset

your time frames

speak up from your heart-sonnet

listen from your inner ear planes

if you don’t know what to do,

a poem is always true.

Earth alive

worshiping jive

watch the birds

when the sun’s

obscured

listen to the sound of their

curiosity?

wtf happened to the

luminosity?!

Poem 4 day 4

What does it mean

to ask?

For more time,

more presence

being held when sad

Can you please

hold a space for me?

In your heart

while I am struggling?

Can you please

offer your support while

I am trying to make a living?

What about him and her

who have no home?

what about that life inside them?

Do you really believe they did

not try?

to ask, to find a way,

to be listened to?

They say a friend in need is

A friend indeed,

but I see a lot of

loneliness,

a lot are penniless.

Having no pennies is not as

bad as having no home,

no belonging dwelling

How do we ask for help,

when even if we get the courage

~which is hard enough~

no one hears

and no one sees?

They remain unstirred

while we beg on our knees

mental illness on the rise

the genetic framework is the disguise

our society needs

a community

our economy needs

more unity.

How can we become a better people?

How can we ask: Collective please 🙏🏼

Please bring us sanity, compassion, and humanity?

🙏🏼💛

Will you join to support me?

Poem #3 Day 3

You are born from,

And live in, abundance

Your heart’s beating

does not require

Your thoughts

Your happiness

Your emotions

You live with a ticking. A Regular gift.

That helps your lungs join with the wind

That helps your mouth merge with the plants,

receive water through your

cupped hands

Your body is alive

Without your mind to govern it

only brain 🧠 and

body as one harmony

in call and response

In ups and downs

walking left, right, left

talking , opening and closing

breathing in, and breathing out

jumping

What a gift it is

to seek out another day’s senses,

events, sunstreams, roses

coffeetalk

How will the sunset look tonight?

How will your belly feel from your

nourishment?

How warm is your blanket,

how cool is your sheet?

Drifting now,

Drifting deep, into the clouds

deep into the woods

what shapes do you seek?

what shadows on the wall?

Abundant, malleable, earthy life

Transform it with your thoughts

Transform it with your might

Open and close your hands

A baby learns to clap

One more step

One more lap

Old and new, and new again

Walk this road

go around this bend

You are born from oceans

resplendent with fish

and starlight-reflecting

whale’s song, whale’s wish

a ginormous beating heart

Abundant —

in the matrix,

from the start