Poems
I start in the far corner
backing my way
towards the door
I coax
the tired, burdened spirits
out
into the light and air
and invite
the fresh numinous spirits
in
How can a life be ordinary?
When scrubbing the kitchen floor
becomes a prayer
a place to wash from memory
the dust and the dirt
where we transform and refresh
the very surfaces
upon which
we base our lives.
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BIRTHDAY
Born between autumn and winter
when the evening skies
and the quality of light
are incomparable.
when we are aware
in a heightened way
just how thin the
membrane is
between all that lives
and all that seems to die.
When we prepare for
a deep, internal rest
and feed on roots
and tend our fires
so that, we can
put our hands up to the coals
and take in
that essential heat
and quietly delight
in the glowstuff
of our making.
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Sparrow
You are my tree
My special place to go and sit
puffed up and silent
with peace and contentment.
I know you have witnessed
great brutality and have wept and
welcomed lovers, loving beneath your limbs and
Women birthing their children on your leafy beds
All of this, has deepened your roots.
I am small and brown
hardly noticeable, compared with
your massiveness
yet you always receive me in the most gracious of ways.
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The bare branches are illuminated
they have
stripped themselves down to their
essential winter nature
we in kind,
mimic this act of self protection
our bodies tighten
our perspective more crystalline
a fusion of wariness and steadfastness
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Early March
contemplating another great turn of the wheel
the earth is softening
challenging my inner structure
that has become brittle.
I will take a stick and
dig a hole
a vulva chakra opening
I will lower myself down
and tell her everything
of my deep desires
and of my exhaustion
of my limitations and wounding
and ever present yearning to be one
with her
wisdom and graciousness.
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The new moon energy surrounds us
an auspicious time for beginnings
new ventures into the Self
an alliance of quiet, peace and darkness
so that we can truly incorporate
what it is we really want
even if
it is more than we can realize at this time.
Plant the seed and water it
Believe in it's sprouting
and the vibrant cracking open
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Summer
The bales were waiting
all in a row
as fresh and as sweet smelling as your breath.
we would place them
one by one
to keep the weeds at bay
To blanket the earth and hold in precious moisture.
Sometimes, we would wonder
what would be the best way to proceed
to use and protect this precious time
and feed our new love.
The weeds found their way up and out
usually to be pulled and made into richer earth.
Sometimes, they were just left
Maybe even the rootlets of a weed can contribute
to what it is
we really want.
It is hard to imagine
a garden. Our beautiful garden
without weeds.
There's room for them too
amid the bounty of
tomatoes, beans, flowers and corn.
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Squatting on a mossy rock
down + out
froggy me
smells cool and moist
filtered light
my vigilance softened
by bouncy landings