POETICALLY IGNITED

Thankfully

2011-11-26T06:04:00.000-08:00

Away and returned. Arrived and departed. Round and round and round.

Healing the mind, the body, the soul, the thoughts that fly, and once again, learning to let go.

Amazing how time moves when your truly not paying attention. It's been over a year since my eyes have scanned my own page, my mind has scanned my own person. My thoughts have come back to fully appreciate the poet in my head. One more lapse and another year would soon be coming around and what would I have missed. What would I have not accomplished? What new words would not find the page, the light a moment, to feed my being.

I'm thankful for everything that has come my way in life ~ from the good, to the bad to the most ugly. Thankfully gifted and sharing and giving. Thankfully lightened by the time that allowed me to be, to grow, to learn, to live. Thankfully

I wish you all a most blessed ThanksGiving. May your own light Give Thankfully.

Thankfully giving is the sun and the moon
giving of light to the hearts living-room
Where smiles are born with the giving of joy
and love fills each space like a new gifted toy

Thankfully giving are the trees that lay bare
to tell us that winter will soon fill the air
That autumn was gifted to thankfully give
to the circle of life where we thankfully live

Thankfully giving each moment we breathe
Erupting with love in each new gifted seed
Gifted we are with a spark to share dreams
For love is the gift thankfully giving to need

The Healing Ignition of Poety

2010-03-25T04:03:00.000-07:00

The vibration of poetry has the ability to take the emotionally down trodden and lighten their view on the world. One line, one stanza can shift a persons being and brighten the moment, eclipse fear which traps the mind in the wearied play of the worried day.

A healing through meter and the spoken word stills the aching heart, shifts perception naturally, weaving spells of words to hold the inner being. Everything after is then seen differently. The poems line or phrase is retained to memory where it melds into the flesh, healing the soul, the broken heart, twisting out the melancholy that can stagnate personality.

Poetry does this as a cool autumn breeze in summer portends the changes to come. The awe inspired feelings pull, allowing glimmers of light to soften the individual soul. Rearranging the moments vibration, it moves the sad and silent into its matrix, healing, shifting, opening windows were none existed.

Eons have passed in this weird world we live in and poetry, even though it has morphed and stretched its lettered way, maintains its vibrational ability to heal. New as well as older pieces still capture, stirring the pot of creativity that burns within, turning the reader into a poet. Healing the memory, mending the loves lost, releasing the ache.

Poetry is so much more than just inspired thoughts cast to paper. Poetry has the ability to move one to heal the self and in turn, one becomes poetically ignited.

The Philosphy of the Trees

2010-03-22T13:47:00.000-07:00

Greetings and salutations ~ from here, where heaps of snow once fell and weeping winter winds once blew. Greetings and much love to you as we enter into this new spring, settling into the hour, to begin again. I've been moving poetic thoughts of late and the feeling of shrinking heart is fading.

Last year, my oldest brother lost a valiant battle to brain cancer ~ that can take a dent out of anyone's muse, life, living, looking at reality, mortality and its finality. I've been unwinding, re-experiencing the philosophy of the trees, natures play, my mind, my heart, how I love, how I walk, how I speak and move after such horrific devastation. I've come to understand once again, that nothing is truly perfect. That we need to make our own perfection in this very moment where we stand, or we will become lost on the winds, never to feel the seasons unfold and lighten the heart. I carried so much emotion in me, so much of it to untangle. Every time I tried to shake the spell it had on me, I couldn't. And to confuse a moment a bit more the words 'why' and 'if' came rearing their ugly heads, setting the guilt and anxiety that comes with loss. "Why did it happen"? "If I had only done something different...." I was left with nowhere to go with my emotion. I wanted to know 'where' to put them? Where do I unwind all the pain and confusion caused by a brutal ending? It's like hitting a wall doing 120 mph while in a hurricane. Slam, you're out with no where to let loose the sad, the heart ache.

And then as I walked the promenade on a cold winters day watching the river churn, melting ice chunks floating on the current, a little whisper in my mind said, "the word 'where' is the wrong place to start". The word 'where', truly is no 'where'. It really doesn't exist for the mental whirling's of my minds attachment to emotion. I felt almost relieved and I found myself watching the ice chunks more closely. I started wondering beyond the depth of where, why and if's sorrow and wondered more on how long it had taken those chunks to get to this point. This perfect point so needed to distract me from my own mental ravings. How long it would take them to melt and be part of the whole of the rivers flow and a shudder passed over me an epiphany ~ a way out for the emotion that has tangled my soul. 'How' not 'Where' would lead me in the right direction, the right word to set the motion. How gave me options, it gave me a sense of being able to complete a circle to open the long shut door to my senses. How brought me to myself and self brought me this:

How do we move our emotions?
Like a tree in a warm summer breeze.
Move them, feel your breath
and watch the memories.

How do we view our memories
once the mind has felt their play?
Like Autumn leaves that slowly drift
not attached they float away?

How should we feel these memories
once they've floated by?
Like an oak tree bared in a field of snow
that's melting beneath the sky.

How do we heal memories emotions
without loosing a piece of self?
With knowledge of the here and now
you will always heal yourself.

Within the blooming April blossoms
there lies a hope for all to see
it moves within natures play
and the philosophy of the trees.

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I'll be back soon...

The Middle Way

2009-05-11T03:53:00.000-07:00

Come, step here today
but know that shadows crawl
and the sun feels wasted beyond dark shades of gray.
Step nowhere near or do come stay.

My heart beats as signs ride the norm.
Gathered past all emotion
or pulled hard within a storm.
Step nowhere near or do come roam.

There are blazing trails of straight lines
that tether and confine.
An unwinding warmth of brilliant sun
to shine the once defined.

Defining life past pain and sorrow
and purging faults for all tomorrows.
A wanting back what was lost within the strife
with an understanding it was given not borrowed.

Explain I should this verse that purged my mind.
I had disappeared into a place where no muse would dine.
No flower would seek beauty from this more than human soul.
My immortality viewed, without answer to align.

Align, my heart pled to the still and unanswering shadow
while between the clashing rocks torn and tattered.
So I've written my heart into each line that does fall
gathering my strength from those impressions that mattered.

Unwind with me now the wasted thoughts that confine
so our muses can journey and share a like mind.
Unlayering sadness that may have tightened its hold
Now do step lightly upon what you'll behold.

Allow the journey to grace the day
To light that small space where emotions fit
Revealing the path given by awes shadowed play
and step gently on a sojourn to the middle way.

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Greetings to all and my sincerest thank yous come on a breeze for the love and warmth you've sent. I'm unwinding and gathering in feelings I've not allowed myself to feel for awhile. Unbending to move light, to wash the dimness that has gathered within and to find my muse in the place where silence settles. I've followed her there to recharge and found the journey once again calls me to come wander.

I didn't realize until recently, I'm not really here, in this reality as we say, til I saw the moments were slipping away with out me. I've been invisible, except only to myself, as others could still see me. (Smile) I'm starting to return as spring buds peek and the azalea's shine their beauty of color. Staying in the middle between attachment and saddening obsession, I'm good. Here in this moments play, I can see both sides of a feeling and watch emotions gather on my skin and wander to my mind. But I play no games with the wandering thought, I step lightly into the middle way which reveals the importance of sight in the minds eye. The truth to balance, the essence of I. The place where hearts can breath, as a child lost in play can only come to when stepping into the middle way.

I've also found my need for help overpowering my ability to straighten my crooked lines and in truth only silence can settle that which must unwind. So I'm unraveling my emotions. Allowing the words to be freed from their tight and compact space. That place where feelings hide when they do not want to be brutalized. I have, in the past, moved to the outside of me to find the light of truth, but I've also been pushed off the cliff, one to many times to anothers conception of right, to step there again. Its not anothers way that holds the truth. Its the internal beatings of our own consciousness and how we let go of its space that gives direction. Its the questioning that's key, as all knowledge or thought is past and if a thought thinks is knows, it is going to be a long an ardourus journey to find self calm.

I've opted to take what rings true in my heart. Move the passion in me to the love in this play of conscious madness and allow the words to fall at their will. To remember that it comes from nowhere, but the inner core, that silent space, mysteries door the interval between a thought. It's the middle way and we are it and so much more.

and with that and the immortal words of 'the Arnold' "I'll be back".

Something on Thoughts

2009-01-31T07:23:00.001-08:00

Where to begin. As its been some time

since I've been here, January 18th to be exact.

Don't remember to much of the past of that moment,

only that some things are as they were.

I'm still watching its motion in this days play

awaiting the muse to give something new to set footprints upon.

It's a new day to shine light, cast away some darkness, live with no expectations. It should be so everyday, but its not for everyone. We truly want the new, we journey in this life for the awe filled inspiration we know that it can give. We touch on it sometimes within the blur of thinking thoughts: I'm going to change it, move it, forget it, re-arrange it, running it over in the roundabout... but does this truly work? Nope... Thoughts can be fresh and new, sparkling with elation, but dissolve within the old as dirts sorrow, holding us back, crashing us into how hard the steps will be. How will I carry the load. What will tomorrow hold? When?! Where?! Why?! Lions and tigers and bears! OH MY! This exaggerated projection creates a colliding swarm of emotions; casting, fear and an uneasiness to the unknown. Drowning ones truth in the mire of the uncontrolled... MIND. How heavy is your mind? How many stones have you gathered within your emotional pockets, called regret, anger, fear, self doubt, etc...

Now

be here
right here in these words
project nothing to the flow
just read the lines and breathe... real... slow....

relax...

now a smal sigh
allowing silence to settle between each line...
A moment to be without thoughts to unwind...

Breathe.

In each thought that pulls you to play in its drowning depths, breathe. Allow it to calm you... Thoughts are brought on from old worries, something that has been seen and re-seen... Yes, there are new problems, but the cause for their alarm is held in the worry stones... We carry a lot of stones, but we are not the stones, as the sand at the bottom of the ocean is not the ocean. Awareness is key to freeing the mind, be with your moment, not in your moment. Step lightly when the mind seems to be in control, express your thoughts after you have silenced the delusion of their projections.... You wouldn't stand inside the fire, but outside to feel the warmth in between the space you have created... Do the same with your mind, create a space of awareness in the moment. Don't think about this too much, just breathe....

Thought

Expression without delusion
breathes an infusion of love without need.
Expression with delusion breeds only confusion.

Awareness is key to being free from the mind
The present moment holds the answer
to this curious thought, be right here.

LOVE

2008-12-29T04:43:00.000-08:00

What word would you then call it?
Things don't just fall alone,
but drop like rain when you don't need them.
Stars shine sometimes
as eyes stare to their ways of glitter.

What thinking do you have of their light?
Are we not cast by the same thought?
An intention to be brought through love
even at its cruelest it survives.

NOT FOR NOTHING

2008-12-11T03:40:00.000-08:00

I didn't waste the day for nothing.
The book was full of my misconceptions
that needed weeding. I lost track of time rehashing my has beens.
Then I started wondering
what took me along that thought
and dragged me down
into karma based scars
into the ego pit of despairs scrawled.

From this day I've come to understand
that I know less than yesterday.
Freeing the pages
with the heat of devine repetition.
Correcitng my imbalances to approach
and the awareness that....

I'm just a chair really.
Comfortable, movable, still.
Sometimes loved, sometimes not.
I took up needle point
so I could make a cushion for it
and for the words I find
growing out of the depths of pain
that are imprinted on my being
and move to change.