Music is the divine way to tell
beautiful poetic things to the heart. – Pablo Casals
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Twist
Beautiful yogi
serene zen pose
pretzel twist curling
We Sing
How easily we fall
into thinking we are different
special
We are wonderfully individual!
But when different
equals alone
we are wrong
Alone we lose our strength
alone we fall prey to
our own false thoughts and misunderstanding
Alone we become victims of inner fears
Deep seated desires and urges
plague our thoughts
cloud our eyes
run through our veins
We are unique
We are not different
We each share a story that winds
its thread through all willing to listen
Each beating heart
recognizes the call of another
The beat stretches from the beginning
of time
and touches us all
It’s a beautiful song
we are meant to share
and sing joyously together
Layers
Dark morning
single star wavering
alone in sky
no sunrise promise on horizon
Dark buildings
stand impassive
skeleton towers
waiting to come to life
Dark absorbs thoughts
hides goals
hides dreams
Self walks away
layers peel off
another
then another
onion skin transparencies
Strong urge to chase after them
bring back these diaphanous apparitions
but curiosity wins
need to know meaning of layers
these beautifully fragile layers
Sky remains dark
single star blinks
layers have gone
mystery remains
Inside dark building
shower stings
water beads pelt
raw form
no promise of sunrise
on horizon
Ocean Gift
beautiful gift
surfaced unexpectedly
ocean depth offering
Deep Connection
Shadows
(photo credit: rogueverbumancer.com)
The shadow of the Crone
tainted my day
Her cloak trailed
reluctantly behind her
as she slowly crossed my path,
full of compassion
for those the shadow would touch
Messages of death
collided
in their haste to be announced first
I eyed the hag warily
ugly messenger delivering ugly messages
but she continued on her way
unfazed
oblivious
to the turmoil
her news brought to my life
We enter the world knowing
we must leave one day
but somehow in our pursuit of life
this knowledge is lost
we approach return passage
with trepidation
or fear
One of the calls
announced the departure
of my Godmother
not a fairy like Cinderella’s
but a beautiful woman who
wove magic
into memories
especially from my childhood
“Tonnie” was another graceful soul
in my life for the briefest moment
a treasured friend and cousin
of my mother in law
When we met
it was as though I belonged no where else
I feel fortunate to have known them
for this brief time
Their sudden entry and exit from my world
leaves me reeling
wondering about the ways of the netherworld
what deals have been made
and are exacted when we least expect
Crone recalling what was once hers
hag doing her dirty work
Life is truly
“the blink of an eye”