Monday, January 30, 2006

Dear Sadiq

I will imagine
bound'ries in focus now blurred
the joys of souls merged.

And Sufi haikus
move hearts to mend bonds
that need not exist.

How many kudos can you even accept this day
for the beauty and grace you channel
as instinctually as inbreath and outbreath?

Where did today go?

It was just 9 am a moment ago and I was telling a colleague of the weekends sweetnesses

Asked what the world might look like after a 100 year nap my one and only daughter said," It would be a very pretty world."

The candle wax tells me differently as it drips through the soft crack in its side
A day has passed before me and the trees stood still like they've not done so in weeks
Where are you wind, wind that trashed leaves and limbs all weekend
How long will the light be allowed to keep me company
Before the return of a wet and soggy precipitation
Redundant, Redundant, So be it.

Even I am fatigued by the promise of another sheet of rain
I who come to rain's defense before all others I know
I who drink rain drops like the manna from heaven they are
I who watch the muddy earth for a peak of bright green
And the harbinger is the crocus this day
She's around
She's not holding out
She's wanting recognition
She's flaunting her virgin debutante blooms
She's making promises she will keep

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Original question: where did today go?
It's right behind me

Time to turn around and go back the way I came
See you all nexterday.

On that you can count all ten fingers and toes
And those of your neighbor too.
For good measure.

Remember the world is a pretty place after a long nap.
I don't dare to question the truth and logic of a little girl who still sees pure energy and reads my mind.

Where did my day like that go?
It's all right beside me when I let it stand there.

inspired by a wise friend

How many also seek
Only to find resistance
When love is offered?

And how many choose
simply and sweetly to try
Again and again

To this call to love
Am I committed deeply
This lifetime each day.

For without love...what else is there said one wise friend. The echo is ringing in my heart like a bell being struck for all those attending to morning prayers.

A bell that does not demand to be heard,
yet it simply is,
by some
not all

but in time and place apropos
the call, the bell, the prayer
heard

clear and bright and pure
like the light it inspires

In honor of the rain

The rain returns with
New passion and a gale force
Understand who reigns

In pools collecting
Drops as large as tablespoons
I see springs harvest

Grey sky stay till
You know you have cried enough
Tears for the sad world

Fill the fields with bliss
Green the grass and feed the vines
That we may pick fruit

I pass through winter
Waiting spring's song to summer
And a call to dance

From my window seat
I watch the vision of me
Wet and wind swept

Who will walk with me in the rain today?

Friday, January 20, 2006

A day of mixed feelings

What would I have me
do, say, be, feel, and stand for
in the name of love?

December 24th
I questioned myself deeply
Still no simple answer

Life progresses with
Sun rise and set between Moon
Wish I was a star

I'll watch from a deep
cerulean sea of sky
Both seeker and watcher

Seeking in the night
What is elusive by day
Wise eyed owls wisdom

And in every breath
I commit and then release
Surrender the path

A day of mixed feelings

Monday, January 16, 2006

For the sake of truth
I paused to reconsider
What I wrote, still true

Fractal by John Calvin Dotson



Haiku in honor of you

Life keeps getting me
Up each morning for another
Round of making Love

Monday, January 09, 2006

Tis the season I revere

Tis the season I revere
Reconvene deep within
Honor yourself this evening as light fades and spirits wake
Celebrate the wind that troubles the last remaining leaves on the maples

And tomorrow begin anew
Embrace the coming winter for all that it allows
To gestate under a mulch of once tender leaves
Before a deep freeze slows the sap
And like the bear the trees will rest

And I will be still the goddess in the forest walking with bare feet
Heart warm and open

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Haiku for the New Year

Oh that wind last night
blew aside cobwebs clouding
ingress and egress

A portal today
awaits offering a chance
to choose courage

Gingerly I enter
finding myself far afield
finally at home