I began here:
Acceptance
Mother Mary,
Head
bowed, hands together in prayer,
Angels -
Those
seem to be my guides for today,
My
visualizations for white blood cells,
and
peace -
I live
with the doves today
wrapped
in a scarf from a friend
with
soft rainbows on the ends -
I feel
like the sun
offered
a gift
for my
tears.
Plenishment
not
ready yet to see the light
touch
the hills -
I need
to feel the dark places inside,
the
deep, rich soil,
so
potent, and pungent,
I need
to stay in that inner place
where
rocks are hills
and
pebbles slides
and the
sun
a wafer
dissolving
like a
hum
and mind
Nourishment
The winter greens and lettuce seeds are in the ground.
Cloud-blanket harbors earth against infinity.
Soon the rains will come and we will eat.
Blessing is another word for help.
I write:
Mine
Breathe!
Cough!
I cannot
shake this cold.
I blow
my nose,
and cough.
Is it a
ritual to occupy my mind,
some way
to cross my heart
at the
door
before I
enter
again
the mine
that is
less unknown than before
and
where this time,
diamonds,
like frost,
glow
with the
facets
newly
carved
on the
points
sharpened
from
Source
Do the
clouds struggle
to form
like a
fire
when
piled up paper
and wet
sticks
don’t
want to catch
even
when re-arranged for more air -
closeness
and air
like a
relationship
spinning
on twigs
-
til
begun -
May your own mysteries probe and be probed today. Let them thrive, aware.
Another Chance
Then we had brought the smoke into our own house.
Our wants were stilled by fear.
Speaking turned to asking turned to silent prayer and
finally to silence. It was a time of waiting,
not of hope. Being visible was dangerous,
even looking.
Shine a light on the suns within - Be In!! And Out!! Circle suns, like goddesses and gods.
Twinkle, like stars, in and out.