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Spirituality

Dawn Awakening

Awakening in a dream delighting…

The sound of the waves

The feel of sand between toes

A sunset melting over the horizon

As night descended I found myself

Skimming through the dark

Musing upon the light within

A Wayfarer’s vision intoxicating my soul

 

I dreamt of another time

Sparkling light filled orange crested mountains

The morning sunrise ablaze in blues and greens

Clouds reflected the daybreak’s first light

Hillsides blanketed with flowers

Ripe in colors never seen

Perhaps shades of silver and gold

In truth I would be pushed to tell

 

Capturing the innocence of dreamswept fairytales

Streaks of lightening rained down

A Goddess glowing midnight blue beckoned

Awakening soul’s light within

Heart and womb opening in equal measure

A state of awe in constant expansion

She stood by the river’s edge calling my name

Every name, thee name

Sister I called her

The word a cacophony of celestial bells ringing

She held up the mirror

I understood my true self awakening

 

The dream became its own world

I dove into the celestial quagmire

Seasoned full of sensory delights

A breeze whispered past

So scrumptious as to set my mouth to water

A combination of oatmeal cookies and jasmine

Somehow these two danced lightly

Ringing in a time when childhood was graceful

 

And the dream deepened into infinite expansion

Through the music and the mantra, through the mantra and the muse

Sensuous lips moved forming a dance storied in make-believe

Pure delight reined as I frolicked in the early morning light

To run on the land, skip through the air and tremor in the sea

To believe in fairy tales when others barely do

I yearned for Ma’s nursery rhymes

Mantras dipped in chocolate and lullabies

 

Nightmare’s remnants melted into tenderness

Time embodied the early pain of a life less traveled

The music lay deep and unending

Light chimed its whispers floating just above the horizon

And as the sun rose my voice caught fire

Glimmering in songs of angelic skies

Dancing in the light of dawn’s embrace

Bursting in fragments of ecstasy

Full yet still in the heat of healing

The body tightened with memories

It had been too long to jump

But there had been peace in the waiting

 

 I fell into the dream of multi colors

Magical in its majesty

My heart opened

Words spilled forth skipping…

Dancing on the breeze

I sat waiting for inspiration’s voice

 

This time with a cool fever

And she came tearing open the light

Still reaching within the dream…

I climbed the golden silver hillside

Walking for miles it seemed

Each new site surrendering to tell a story

I tussled in the telling

Images rushed past void of understanding

I shimmered with innocence unwinding

My life riddled in circumstances

Breathing in the light of hidden dreams

 

I listened to the rainbow’s call

The rustling of Spring’s newly born leaves

Honored the wind as their ancient conductor

I joined them jubilant, chanting

Mother Crow cocked her head

Demanding I whisper into silence

I bowed in supplication, smiling within

Each soul then raised their voice in harmony

Sitting tall amongst the tree’s roots

Motionless, spell bound

I delighted in nature’s revival

 

Again the ecstatic dream came alive in wonder

Crossing the boundaries of the everlight

I paused mid-stream to receive

I wandered in dreamswept scapes

Empowered within the light through love

What was this sounding so delightful?

As all souls gathered singing their blueprint

Harmonies bled as one

 

Never wanting to awaken from the dream

I soared through this sky scape

Whispering to the mountains on high

Stepping forward

 

Raising my arms skyward

I fell into the world of understanding

Taking my place amongst the Beloved Ones

No longer hiding in the shadows

Now awake

I sang

Free from fear, free from strife

I chanted the mantras, I worshipped the dance

Spilling love over this other world’s dreamscapes

Divine even in the darkest corners

Dripping in devotion’s Shadowland

I stood steady on my own

Signatures of wisdom circled across the skies

Deeper understandings surfaced in the face of fear’s decay

My opening into compassion’s world delighted

I stretched my healing and breathed into the after light

 

My world

This Gaia

Began her changeling ways 

 

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Poetry

Sweet Surrender

I woke as in a dream shivering

Pellet sharp rain whipped my vacant mind

Frenzied firelight shown shadows bright

I crooked my neck skyward

Soaking in the elements ringing wanton

 

I opened to sound’s reverent call

Wind omed in joyous abandon

Water drummed heart’s constant beat

Creviced creeks sculpted Earth’s muddied skin

Lightening skies churned thunderous applause

 

I closed my eyes denying life’s cycle

My cheeks froze red as the storm’s sacred breath refused

Me dreaming of early summer’s ocean breezes

The sleet trained down to earth

A torrential display of rage-filled delight

 

I turned to heaven’s stars reflecting

Mantras sounding luminous   

Orchestrating each element’s divine note

Wandering through dreamscapes wild

I surrendered to the night unknown

 

From the Goddess I was born

And to her I will return

Her song fills my dreams

Her dance widening deep

Her light mirroring my soul

 

I lie in the morning’s soft light

Gently renewing

Breathing lightly

Waking to the dream

Joy stirring…tickling in sweet surrender

 

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Books

Lonely Tree

Perhaps it was the weather change or perhaps it was the shorter days.  Regardless of the reason, she found herself full of longing.  Longing like she had never known before.  For years, generations it seemed, she stood atop her beloved hillside contented to simply overlook the lake.  It still shimmered its usual silvery sparkles and reflected the pines standing tall at the water’s edge but now there was emptiness inside of her.  The majestic white cranes still flew out of nowhere diving down into the silver waters fishing for their daily meal but there was no longer pleasure in the watching.

Season after season, year after year, decade after decade she was able to maintain her fascination in the flight of the crane, the dropping of pine needles to the ground, the shimmering silver of the lake.  She had always found humor in the squirrels climbing through the trees seeking seeds from within the pine’s cones then filling their jowls full of the meaty morsels and stealing the stash back to their nests hidden high up within the tree’s recesses.  Preparing for winter’s snowy cold was always entertaining.  But no longer.

She breathed in the early fall air.  There was the usual nip that would lead to her leaves turning colors of yellow, orange, red and brown.  She inhaled a draft of fall’s chilly fair.  Breathing in the change of season awakened her.  She looked down at her rooted feet descending below the ground.  For decades, since her earliest recollection, she had taken joy in her singular presence.  There wasn’t a tree like her. And the fall changing of her multi colors into nakedness then returning to green fullness in the spring kept her believing she was the hillside’s singular star of the show.

Sap tears streamed down the crevices of her trunk.  Everything was the same but wasn’t. She sighed and moaned with the gentle wind.  The rustling of her hand-like leaves danced early morning’s worship of fall’s approaching shorter light, her trunk covered in sap glistening in the twilight.

In past seasons she had always found a sense of pride in her particular uniqueness.  But now she wondered why the cranes never lighted on her branches before diving down into the water’s silvery beauty; why the squirrels only built their nests in the pines by the lake.
The one consistent friend was Crow who always descended at the most profound times and today was no exception.

“Feeling so-sorrow for yourself?”  Crow soared in landing near the top of Tree’s branches nearly startling her into an early falling of leaves.

“Would you mind please Crow?  I’m not feeling sorry for myself.  I’m simply feeling melancholy with the change of seasons.”

“Caw-caw!” laughed Crow.  “I didn’t say sorry…I said sorrow.  Ever since you saw those two-trunked trees with roots that move across the surface of the earth you’ve been feeling terribly lo-lonely.  I shall rename you Lonely Tree.”  A strong wind ripped through the sky lighting Crow into the air.  She spread her wings following the wind’s direction cawing as she sailed out of sight.

“Why can I not fly through the air like Crow?”  Sap dripped with abandon from Lonely Tree’s trunk.  “Why do I not move across the ground like the two-trunked trees?  And where are the other trees like me?  Why am I the only one?”  The wind stormed echoing Lonely Tree’s sorrow as night descended over the hillside, across the tall pines and over the silvery lake purging all into darkness.  She fell asleep dreamily listening to the gentle rustle of her leaves dancing in the wind.

Over the centuries Lonely Tree had memorized each and every moment of early morning’s awakening: the distant caw of Crow, the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees, the lapping of the silvery lake’s waters against the shore.  There was comfort for her in the sameness.  But on this morning there was a different set of sounds.

There were playful back and forth sounds not unlike the metallic vocal click of squirrels echoed by the bird’s rhythmic chirp informing one another of dawn’s arrival. Lonely Tree stretched her branches wide lifting her crown up to the sky.  The direction of the music turned her attention to the water’s edge.  And there she saw them again…the two-trunked trees that could move across the ground.

Lonely Tree followed their movements through the day.  There were three short two-trunks who seemed to enjoy the lake’s edge.  They would run like the wind then climb into the pines using the branches like a ladder reaching high where the squirrels hid their nests.  There was also a pair of tall two-trunks who mostly lazed by the water’s edge.  However when the smaller ones reached beyond their site into the pine’s branches, they would jump up squawking and screeching until the little ones descended down the pine’s trunk.  Watching their games gave Lonely Tree great pleasure yet at the same time their joyous freedom of movement brought a yearning deep within her heart she simply could not quell.

She had never known small trees of her own kind.  She wondered at the delight of watching and playing with little ones like herself.  The wind blew strong up across the lake carrying the sound of the little two-trunk’s laughter.

“Oh if only they would run this way.” Lonely tree sighed as her leaves fell to the ground around her.  Fall had come fully alive.  “Come play with me” she whispered to the wind hoping the little two-trunked ones would follow her cries.  “Come play with me.” But they never heard her.

Days turned into weeks and the yearly ritual of Lonely Tree’s leaves falling to the ground came and went until she found herself in all her naked brilliance waiting for winter’s first snowfall.  The two-trunks had left long ago and seemed nothing but a distant memory except for the lingering loneliness that remained. She sighed and moaned in the wind and soothed herself with watching the pine trees dropping their cones to the ground around them.  Occasionally a cone would fall into the silvery lake rippling circles outward like echoes on the wind.

“Caw-caw”   Lonely Tree looked up to see Crow coming in for a landing high amongst her branches.  “It’s time for you to stop feeling so-sorry for yourself.”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself.  I’m just feeling…feeling sad that’s all” snapped Lonely Tree; her branches becoming heavy with snow as yearning filled her heart.

“You’re missing what you’ve never lost” Crow cawed.

“What does that mean?  You speak in riddles!!!”  Just as Lonely Tree’s voice rose in frustration, a group of Crow’s family flew overhead in perfect formation calling for Crow to join them.  “Gotta caw-go.”  And with that Crow spread her wings flying into the wind to join her fellow brothers and sisters.  Lonely Tree waved her naked branches knowing she wouldn’t spar with her friend until spring’s early thaw.

Winter seemed longer than ever that year.  The silvery lake froze over hard so not even a rippling of water distracted Lonely Tree from her isolation. Even the pine’s cones ceased their falling.  She sighed and moaned but there was no one to hear, no one to sooth her fallen spirit.

As snow melted into early spring, Lonely Tree’s mood never lightened.  She had always enjoyed the relief of the heavy snow melting off her branches.  Her roots would soak in the fresh, almost frozen water with great zest but the heaviness which had invaded her heart knowing she was the only tree of her kind never left her.  Her gentle hand-like leaves once again began growing.  They danced in the wind and caressed her still chilled-to-the-bone branches.  The love of spring’s green growth filled her broken heart.

Although she still felt her loneliness, she lifted her branches high into the sky.  “It’s time to let go of this moroseness!”  Lonely Tree declared.  “So what if I’m the only tree of my kind?  It’s not like I can get up and go searching.  I’m not like those two-trunks. I’m stuck right here; might as well learn to live with it.”  Lonely Tree stood up tall, filled with bravado but still, inside her heart of hearts, she secretly longed for companionship.

“Maybe those two-trunks will return and come lay beneath my shady branches.”  And it seemed, just as she made her wish, the sound of laughter filled the air. The family of two-trunks hiked into view laying their gear at the water’s silvery edge.  “They’re back!”  Lonely Tree declared.  “They’re back!”  She closed her eyes chanting “Come to me, come to me, come to me…”

And as if by magic, the three little ones began throwing what looked like a large, solid pine cone.  Each time they passed the object back and forth to one another they moved further and further up the hill.  Their laughter rose in volume as they came closer and closer. All at once the large, solid pine cone object hit Lonely Tree’s trunk and the three little ones came running up under her branches out of breath collapsing to the ground in joyous laughter.

Lonely Tree closed her eyes, filled with ecstasy.  She breathed in the little two-trunk’s musky odor.  No longer was she the only tree on the hill.  The little ones rolled around on the ground wrestling for control over the solid pine cone object.  And after a long time of wrestling and playing they curled up against Lonely Tree’s trunk falling into a lazy afternoon nap.

Lonely Tree soaked in the joy.  She breathed in rhythm with the three little two-trunks.  Never before had she felt so contented.  As her breath became one and the same with the little ones, she found herself moving dreamily down, down, down; deep into her own roots.  She followed her roots far under the hill until she felt them touch another set of roots.

“Oh my!!! What is this?”

Lonely Tree’s awareness once again popped up high into her branches and as it did, she turned behind herself following the view down the other side of the hill.  And there, at the bottom of the hill stood a grove of trees that looked just like her!!!  She turned to her right, which she had never done, and there she saw other trees; not pine or trees like herself, but trees with delicate, white trunks and thin wispy-like leaves.  The white trunked ones turned to her and waved their branches.  Again she looked behind herself and watched as her fellow like-kinded trees waved their branches filled with delicate hand-like leaves in her direction. She turned to the left and saw a vista of spring flowers, meadows filled with multi-colored grasses and a multitude of different kinds of trees.  As she stood watching, mesmerized by the beauty around her, a flock of crows flew over head.  She looked up, directly above her and saw Crow descending, landing high in her branches.

“Well?”  Asked Crow with a bit of mockery in her voice.

“I can’t believe I’ve been missing all this beauty, all this companionship.”

“It’s always been here.  You just needed a wider…let’s say full-fuller view.”

Lonely Tree’s sap tears flowed down her trunk.  But for the first time her tears were tears of joy.  She moved her awareness down once again, deep down into the earth, stretching out her roots full and long, intertwining them with her fellow, like-kinded trees.  Then all at once she felt the tickling of little feet running up her trunk.  She opened her eyes to see a squirrel heading into a nest high amongst her branches!

“When did you build that nest? Lonely Tree was astonished as she had never noticed Squirrel building a nest.

“What are you talking about?  Squirrel seemed quite perplexed.  “My family has lived amongst your branches for generations.”  With that she scurried into her nest out of site.

Now Crow just had to caw in.  “Do you see how when you cut yourself off from your own kind?  You don’t even see when friends of other kinds are there just waiting for your companionship.”

“But what about you Crow?  You’ve always been there.  You’ve always been my friend.”

“Even when you feel you’ve sunk to your lowest, somewhere mother earth holds you in her arms.  I’ve simply been there for you until you were ready to make a direct connection.”  Crow’s caw came as a soft, loving coo, a gentle rocking in the soul.

Lonely Tree was so deeply moved words remained beyond her reach.

“You were missing what you never lost.”  Crow whispered.

“Yes, yes…I see.” Lonely Tree watched as the sun sank below the horizon leaving the clouds in the sky ablaze in the colors of red, orange and pink.  She breathed in deeply as the wind gently blew rustling her hand-like leaves. Squirrel snuggled inside her nest high atop Lonely Tree’s branches. A pair of white cranes dipped down into the silvery lake for an early evening supper of fish.  And at the base of her trunk the little two-trunks rolled back and forth slowly awakening from their dreams. Lonely Tree moved down, down, down intertwining her roots with her brothers and sisters of like-kinded trees on the other side of the hill. All her senses were alive with love.

“I’ve never been alone.” declared Lonely Tree; “I just needed to look in a different direction.”

“I suppose we’ll need to find you a new name.” With that Crow lifted herself up high on the wind waving her wings good-bye to her friend.

Lonely Tree smiled, returning Crow’s farewell as she waved her branches now overflowing with spring’s delicate hand-like leaves.

“I suppose we will.  I suppose we definitely will.”

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Poetry Spirituality Women Writing

Opening

He stepped lightly into my world

Arms open, heart illumined more so

Who was this magician looming so close yet so far?

His arms always open

I shied…sweetly stepping back still wondering

The noisy café drowned out my answer

Yet when I closed my eyes

His heart remained true

Still ablaze with desire

Open to my fear

I trembled, sighing

Was he the one?

 

The sweet smell of skin touching skin

Scorched me so deep a red I lay back still wondering…

The noise, the way, the smell, the fire…arms open

 

Can I trust that light-hearted embrace?

So uplifted and easy his love never tires

His love never tires…

His love never tires…

The noisy café drowned out the music of love’s soft carress

Ever opening my heart

 

I sat in the wake of my belly trembling

I soured sweetly to the youth I never knew

And tumbled into his arms now having the youth yet unknown

The unfamiliar lightness sat still in me

Was this how life is supposed to be?

 

The answering damning light into the unknown

Met my soul with a resounding

Yes!

 

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Poetry Spirituality Women Writing

Come Sweet Sisters…

Come sweet sisters…dance with me

Haunt the corners of my soul

Worship as motion stirs recesses never seen

Breathe before stillness steals sensation

Embracing wicked lights fantastic

 

Whisper sweet sisters…sing with me

Intoxicate my dreams where drums enchant

And mantras dark rap euphoric

Swoon in rhythm as hearts surrender

Chanting heaven’s night ecstatic

 

Weep sweet sisters…reminisce with me

Descend now to Earth’s delight

Each sweet season weaves a story full

Meaning mutates where adoration whispers

And dev0tion bends strange

 

Be still sweet sisters…dream with me

Tangled bodies rife with splendor

Reach into one another’s arms

Glistening beams renew Winter’s naked branches

As luscious heat evokes every moment

 

Light gently sweet sisters…devour me

As scorching fire newly lit consumes

Melting yesterday’s ice ridden world

Now full of heat,

Full of light

Full of love

Hope

Hate

Fear

Faith

Sorrow

Beauty

Terror

Surrender

 

Come sweet sisters…dance with me…

 

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Poetry Spirituality Writing

Brightening Skies

Footsteps sing in summer time pleasure

Crooning notes of anytime leisure

Angel songs louden as roses bloom sweetly

Flowers emerge as winds bow down meekly

I traveled my pain too long to remember

When skies grew bright in heart’s soft surrender

Emerging as chrysalis bending to meet

Tales of woe now too long to repeat

I offer sweet memories spent in the darkening

As dear sorrow’s voice barely whispers its harkening

I sail the winds and float in the sea

And separate time once storied to be

 

Mind wanders craving a soul full of history

Capturing thoughts shouting sweet in life’s mystery

Now bowing down low to my Sisters of pleasure

Blessing their wisdom mirrored in measure

Whatever the time, whatever the season

I find myself twirling without mind, without reason

Pleasure soothes every cell breathing lightly

Innocence skips new tales burning brightly

I stand still wandering silent steps in a-tending

Breathing in fury’s sweet season a-bending

As dawn crumbles reckless amusing light’s fashion

I open the gates showering bliss on night’s passion

 

A circular theme birthing life full of meaning

Worships in forests wild thick in the gleaming

Still lifting my spirit in sleepless surrender

I wander the cosmos creating more splendor

Shifting and turning, restless dreams do I wander in

I bend lightly seeking the answers I ponder in

It matters not in life’s light filled with reason

As long as we dance to Mother Earth’s season

I chase time’s worship-filled, thought-filled renditions

While angelic choirs serenade life’s conditions

Follow the path, follow life’s full creation

Follow only the light streaming soft in sensation

 

Divinity screams, life breaths songs soft surrounding

While heart-minds nourish each moment astounding

Traveling light years to Gaia’s pure course

Binding then lightening each element’s source

The chorus of Souls tone to open the gate

Emerging and swirling, gently stroking their fate

Angels alight half remembered in sounding

Dancing their passion-filled sweetness a-bounding

Madness looms lightly chanting mantras aplenty

While Goddess filled dreams whisper bijas so gently

Enchanting the heart filled with song so delightful

My womb brightens rich with each luscious trifle

 

I dream, I delight, I breath it all in

While visions and morning arrive from the din

I once tried to stop but my fingers soared senseless

And now that I know restless dreams are relentless

Creation churns caldrons, devastation fills the void

Each note returns now ever-flowing destroyed

Churning deeply within droning full sorrow’s bend

Death fills trapped light where hearts still pretend

Throwing off reason, throwing down every mantel

Drowns bright fire’s ash with each elemental

Thunder pours rains bright with light’s fury

And offers the dream half filled tight with night’s worry

 

But now as dawn looms so lightly singing

I surrender to songs of karma still ringing

I bury my head hoping logic escapes me

And open my heart to morning’s light tasty

As sunrise utters celestial music imploding

Ocean waves crash sending winged light exploding

I swirl, I swoon, I warble in the heightening

While soothing the wounds of past memories tightening

I soar on air’s wings plunging down to earth’s story

Skipping and dancing, madly twirling in her glory

Cracking wide open I enter full anointment

Surrendered to grace savoring sweet life’s enjoyment

 

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Grief Poetry

Empty Full

Swooning into life’s reverie

I dip into the ocean of love

I cry in the seas of thunder

I laugh in the wilds of the night

I shine in the tenderness of tolerance

While soaring in the sea,

Dipping in the ocean

Beholding life

Empty-full

Holding blame in yesterday’s corner

I bounce on clouds of laughter

I dance in forest’s sweet meadows

I churn where understanding whispers

I snuggle in memories ablaze

While moments melt into yearning

Lifting out of shadows

Embracing light

Empty-full

Dancing an empty traveler’s sonnet

I bleed life’s conditions

I bleed life’s time

I bleed life’s control

I bleed life’s desire

While the fire bleeds ashen snow

Collapsing in dawn’s delight

Surrendering knowledge

Empty full

Swirling infinite in tomorrow’s reverie

I beg for time borrowed in twilight

I crush the noose tightening with laughter

I swim through desert’s trembling

I embrace wild eyes imagined

While dreaming lies kindly whispered

Adoring a star studded midnight

Melting shadows

Empty full

Life remembered burns lullabies cold with syncopation

I stoke the blood fires scalding time’s march

I fill my belly with new-found memories

I chant the mantras blistering night’s trance

I submerge my being, my light, my body

Into the essence of love’s great chasm

And it is this, only this

Keeping me

Empty-full