Haiku series : Lunchtime enlightenment

Tell yourself yes, you
Have faith in the divine
for the sun rises daily

Practicing patience
Best make it a game to play
Wait, life's but this too

As I watch her play
And a smile forms, so slightly
I join in her dance

She tells me that she
is my daughter who prefers
water over juice!

I amble this morning
collecting rocks from that beach
mind full of wish rocks

Milky clear agate
My little moon keeps company
And that makes you near

Poet to poet
we begin to explore
and what is sacredI ask my own self
How much do I want to know

Not that much, no way!
And god then shines light
interrogating me, eh?
No, just warming a heart

How bright the green grass
After a cold night and snow
What next? Crocus surely!

Never send roses
more than one at a time
delivered in person

2.14.06

autumn equinox

new moon, this night unseen
we know you are ALL there always
your backdrop we'll saturate
with tender feelings
watercolor our story
and on the shadowy edges
paint the diamond stars
till a fresh canvas appears
full front

silver white

New Moon

Autumn debuts again this day
No sign of a moon
I light a candle
single, white candle with red wick
burns giving heat and taking on mine
clarify my soul this night

I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.
I am alive. I have power. It is real.

the week in film

I write not so much this week, as I recover
From an illness that made me want only to lie down
Stay down and wimper to be spoonfed love
But there was no one. Just me and my film friends.

Almost peaceful, the tailors got back to living post war and love restored.

I saw Dr. Lewis seduced.
"Oh Germain." Life is breathed back into the fishing village. And community made it possible.

Pass me a piece of Maya Angelou pie heavy with cream and love and I swear she was marrying me to Frankie Anderson, gentleman and artist who waited till bonds were tied with words of love and wonder.

Who did God create for me? And will they spoon feed me weak sweet tea while my fever burns through my body, someday?

For having survived without the companion to care for me I was reminded of how strong I am and yet how vulnerable I want to be.

Whole and part and whole and part.

Arundhati Roy

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." - Arundhati Roy

As the moon grows fuller

So grows my inability to sleep
The cycle again re-cycling
The sense of enchantment
The feeling of being but one

To sleep would mean to dream
And last night I climbed a tall hill
Waking up exhausted was perplexing

So then goodnight and sweet dreams
For now I am tired and welcome the sand in my eyes