spirit ranger
open land
the Chumash
protect the land
the water
and parks
tidepools create
passageways
magical anchorage-ways
for algae and seastars
coralline beauty
Iridescent overlay
for a moment in this cool
place,
I’ll stay
here among the bull kelp
growing 10” in one day
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.
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! 😆
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.
⭐️🤸✋🏻💗🧠🧐💪🤸⭐️
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.
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
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
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.
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