Whatever trust you find
whether in the heart or mind
Let it rise up slowly
like a dreamer's eyes
And inhale every petal
Let it magnetize
The confidence of wisdom
isn't gained in books
or even regal looks
But by the firesides of
vagabonds and in the
flex of magic wands
Find the trust inside your memory
and gathered as your legacy
in every figment of your past
And you will be elusive
and be home at last.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Just Spring
Where are the birds?
I sense the sound of birdsong
The blackbird of the morning
But now the cold wind drives everything in its path
Where are the seeds?
I sense them sprouting
Underground, their soft green caps
Untouched by air or sky
Where is the snow?
The snow that blew across the window yesterday
Is gone, a distant memory
While April’s wind releases her winter madness
Is it truly April?
I feel the same as she does,
Wanting to stir the cold ground
And feel the first blossom of my creativity.
I sense the sound of birdsong
The blackbird of the morning
But now the cold wind drives everything in its path
Where are the seeds?
I sense them sprouting
Underground, their soft green caps
Untouched by air or sky
Where is the snow?
The snow that blew across the window yesterday
Is gone, a distant memory
While April’s wind releases her winter madness
Is it truly April?
I feel the same as she does,
Wanting to stir the cold ground
And feel the first blossom of my creativity.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Dark of the Moon Goddess
She has big legs
is tall and dark
with flashing
diamond eyes
When she opens her mouth
red flowers bloom, green leaves
frame her with their
rain-soaked fragrance
Her skin is made
from music sewn together
from the passion
of a summer afternoon
Her soprano scream
floats rippling down
the mountain stream
of primordial wisdom
I close my eyes
and feel her singing
in my blood
kaleidoscope colors
She is my secret
soul sister
the Goddess
of invisible women.
is tall and dark
with flashing
diamond eyes
When she opens her mouth
red flowers bloom, green leaves
frame her with their
rain-soaked fragrance
Her skin is made
from music sewn together
from the passion
of a summer afternoon
Her soprano scream
floats rippling down
the mountain stream
of primordial wisdom
I close my eyes
and feel her singing
in my blood
kaleidoscope colors
She is my secret
soul sister
the Goddess
of invisible women.
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