My new friend has departed
She ate a large fly…..
The whole purpose of her presence here
But it was long enough for me to
Fall in love
Cinnamon brown and beautiful
And accomplished, capable of being here
In a way I will forever struggle with.
“Oh yee of little faith
But things are a changin!”
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The spider has spun it’s line
And so have we
Invisible threads map our traverse…
The varibles of existance- “come what may.”
But now it’s time to lean back and float
In the moving air of our questions.
It’s a time of testing…
Jumping into the void
0f our most complex feelings
To see how we are held…..
Wings and light unbound.
My hearing loss was sudden….
Was it because the voice of God
Had shouted my name
Waking me in the middle of the night
Yelling- “Hey Sally”
A contempary colloquialism
For getting a persons attention
Which it did-
And since then “meaning” has meandered
As I quietly look for it.. something has changed…..
My hearing is back though –
(once I got the wax out.)
eeekkkkkk….
Sometimes it’s ok to steal
To take the flowering plants from your neighbor’s house
The one scheduled to be destroyed…..
Jay says he’s ok
If he stays close to dirt and water.
As we compare notes on the inner landscape
That tricky realm of shadows and light…..
Recommending curiosity
While I just need to say a deeply honest thing
To someone who knows me.
Saying out loud- my insight
So that it might have a chance of
Budding bright within me.
The humming birds like the purple flowers
This has been a good mix of seeds
Ever changing….
Like me.
Who met with the fierce feminine
and got scorched but of course you would.
She doesn’t mess around, Roaring
Molten center of the earth….
We better behave is all I can say.
And on the personal level
This is what I got….
Stay as close as possible to my own pain
Stay with the heartbreak…
For right there is the love.
The immense quiet in animals
Pure non dual- no talking or thinking
The old Zen master suggests the same for us.
dot dot dot……
( As I think on what the next thing is to say)
Really all there is
Is- I Love you
Stevie Wonder style-
I love you from the bottom of my heart.
The fox waddled across the road
The weight of dinner in it’s mouth- perhaps
It was our cat – I worried
I’ve been more worried of late
(Got to watch that).
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John and I walked up hill in the woods …
Great way to let the trees
Take over my weary consciousness,
Digesting all worry ( as they like to do)
Lighter and more sane…..
( watching that too).
Orbiting the outer reaches
Fishing for clues or just bigger awareness…
The scope of our exitance
Especially with some of my key people
Getting to the jumping off place…
I am hanging wider- joining them
Slowing down… almost to a stop.
Not motivated by ego or money
What is the motivation- then?
(Is that considered dementia.. as in
“Have you lost your mind?”)
Ego and money have us so boxed in
How can vision make her elegant entrance?
Willow saw this bumper sticker
I heart – Aging and Dying.
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Big love on this August Night.
Happy Birthday Cathy Bell.
On the hotest day so far
I take my old form into the cold current
To splash across- like a 10 year old
All shock and glee- feeling whoopee “It’s me”
Suddenly- a million years younger.
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And then there is the body…
Bodies just in themselves are wild .
As I hobble up the stony path
Wet footed and happy
Rejuvenated.
Time to make a pie.
A rattlesnake swam the river
Landing cold from it’s swim
Too cold to coil
A few freet from where
Daniel and John were eating lunch.
( the same two characters present last year
When John got bitten….so
You can imagine my traumatized deja Vu)
I insisted we call the snake whisperer
Who picks up the phone -ready to be of help
(today he was called to remove a mating pair)
He really values them/ they as relatives.
And so it was with a salute from John
That our snake regained her freedom
With a flick of her tongue
He wondered if perhaps she was his same snake.
Job done.
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