There are millions of cottonwood starts on the banks of the post flood St. Vrain River in Lyons

As far as the eye can see

more numerous then sperm,

John, who has never been a gardener, has taken them into his heart

Telling me to be careful where I step.

May first is The Beltane, it’s the season of sexual play

So skip to my loo my darling!

It’s my mother’s 97th birthday

Lucky Me

I have paid full attention to knowing her

I have not missed this supreme opportunity.

Lucky Me

And now at this late date she is my love guru

with a steady call to join her  in the simplicity of  pure love.

Ram Dass says ” We are all just walking each other home”

When it’s our turn to reenter the great mystery it is said in Tibetan tradition

That we move from earth to water, then from water to fire

Only to be picked up by the wind and  sent off as sparks in the night air.

I stand a witness to this divine process

And  I’m so incredibly thankful for my mother that I love with all my heart,

Who is teaching me the way,

Betty White, Lucky Me.

In her apron she holds all three, youth, motherhood and old age.

Not separately but as one.

Persephone, the maiden has chosen to do pro bono work in hell

Initiating the grateful  dead,

Pomegranate juice dribbling down her chin.

There was no man involved, no abduction took place

She simply saw an underworld opportunity

And although her mother was reluctant,

The earth mother did understand her need for purposeful work.

Happy spring Equinox, People of our dear Planet.

Steer clear of duality and let  the triple goddess  be  a reminder

that things are not the way they seem.

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Buddhist teachers  often suggest to be with the moment

Neutral to the good and the bad, not clinging!

 

On the day that Jesus left the tomb

His lover, Mary M was bereft

His body was gone

And her careful attentions to it were on longer required.

The tomb was empty

In her sorrow she couldn’t see him until he spoke to her

Instinctively she rushed towards him but he stopped her in her tracks,saying

“Do not Cling”

When I first met my husband of forty two years

He quieted my restless heart

With these lyrics  from  a Rolling Stones song,

“You can’t always get what you want,

You can’t always get what you want,

But if you try sometime

You might find you get want you need!

Higher truth has a ring and a sting to it, rock on.

Happy International Women’s Day, March 8th

to all of you groovy sisters and brothers.

I love people who volunteer for unpleasant tasks,

As C.B. writes in The Wisdom Jesus,

Jesus descended

Offering a sip of love’s nectar

To those lost in the hell realm.

And why not? If you have infinite love

You won’t get burned!

Happy Chinese New Year,  Beloved Sheep!

I am an old woman, crone

I am a young woman, maiden

I am a mother full of milk

You are She

The Imbolic is the maiden

Lammas, the mother, Samhain is the crone

You are She

The Symbol of the feminine has  three faces

Non-dual, You are She.

Imbolic is Feb 2, half way between the solstice and the equinox

Time of the ewes milk. You are She.

Quiet in the land, doesn’t sound like an adversarial position,

Gandhi, nuns in prayer, Native Americans, objectors to war

Demonstrating for us, quiet in the land.

Holy Boy bought me tobacc0 on Martin Luther King Day

He looked around and said that the land has heard our prayers

Quiet in the land.

Psalm 35