I went to the house of my friend’s today
She is reliable and funny and alive and accepting and wise.
And I know how fortunate I am to have her as my friend.
She is thrilled when I tell her of my encounter with my shadow.
( The shadow is a negative personal quality long hidden and disruptive to relationships)
She says she wishes this for herself
I laugh, free again through her.
There is no place for shame,
Not with her admiration shining down on me.
Lady Godiva Day 2019
Up where the snow has just melted
Close to tree line above Blue lake
There is a shallow pool with hat size mounds of soft green grass
And we thought how fine it would be
to don one of them as a hat,
Moist and cool and
heavy with earth.
We tied it under our chins with purple ribbons.
A grass hat fit for the queen!
“Is that it doesn’t matter if you love me or not.”
Sweet moments happen of there own accord
(not because I will them into existence).
Oh I have my complaints,
they are a fever, a dust storm, an addiction,
an effort to control (him).
Limiting thought structures that hold me back.
I declare to do better.
To stay awake to the newness unfolding in me.
To daringly let it all be new.
My friend at the end of his life
experienced complete love
and in this state, he could find nothing negative.
The snake that I thought was dead, wasn’t.
Now, everyday I look for her.
She is invisibly waiting for me,
somewhere near the watering hose.
Our friend died Monday.
We wrapped him in a shroud of many colors
“Where would I go I am here” RM
Is it the coffee or the rushing river?
What I am,
passes me in a race down stream,
a pace with no spaces, no time to think
The momentary molecule bursts over my head
Tears of wonder
There is nothing to hold onto.
Chloe cut her foot last night
and needed stitches to keep her toe.
My mother died from a similar injury.
And just last week,
we put her ashes into the gulf stream.
A quick trip around the world.
We can’t hold the moment or each other for very long
The unwilling hand opens
to rest upon the heart
While the opposite hand reached upward
I drew a tarot card for my nephew today
The Magician and it reads,
will power, discipline and taking appropriate action
with a warning to not partake of the low hanging fruit of the uncommitted.
I know this boy, this freshly graduated High School senior!
Last summer while he was listening to tunes through buds in his ears,
he somehow knew to take them out
just in time to hear the warning rattle of the coiled snake at his feet.
So the Magician fits.
Life is like this, a constant flow of information,
tailored for our development and wonder.
A chance to fulfil our unique and rare purpose,
usually not found on any form with little boxes to check.
Being an artist is just a cover story for my true purpose,
A Subversive Activist for the Preservation of Humanity-O
What’s your handle?
An elephant in heat is called Must
Fertility demands union, life is a must.
Men desire women with an intensity that is molecular
(No wonder men wanted to call God ” He”)
Spring is a good time for compassion
So give “him ” a break, nodding to the mystery,
A skip in the park.
(For Charlie this Beltane)