Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
My house is in order! I shout to a cosmos intent on ignoring my pleas chthonic forces insist on invading dreams psychic locks ineffectual no barriers to protect when soul mocks purported equilibrium Order, spirit answers, is a temporal concept; continue to grow. (For Ragtag Community’s prompt: temporal. Image from personal collection.)
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Flagrant this disregard, this blatant indifference I have come before you broken and desperate and been received with loving compassion, openness. “It was not I who abandoned you” – the words still echo in my heart. In shame, I hang head, vow to prepare my spiritual bowl to resurrect a prayerful practice to know once […]
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Remember that Autumn, we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers, skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spiritually forming? Felt as if we had bided our time, willing this union to occur – high on anticipation, giddy that our routine femininity had been strewn across the barricades of our socially contrived existence. […]
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Narrow passages, spiritual spires set bar – minded not teachings, constraint of hypocrisy oppressed connection to God. (Written in response to Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See?” challenge, with the promptings of Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: narrow/ minded.)
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Thrum-thrum-thrum – I awaken with a start – heart pounding, intense heat stifling – flames shooting ceiling high form a ring around my bed, as if dancing – I am frozen, mute. Is this death? Distorted faces leer through fiery curls – like ancient tribal masks – menacing, angry the distinct sound of voices penetrates […]
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Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out. I follow it now, as it flits from tree to bush along the way. We come to a stream, whose waters swirl in a nearby eddy then rush over the […]
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(Rumi’s words have been on my mind lately, so I’ve decided to share them for today’s post.) The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the door sill Where […]
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(Note: Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and see what new insights it might deliver. The original posting, entitled “Whale Dreaming”, can be viewed here. ) Exposed we are, voyageurs, crossing a great expanse – one tiny vessel […]
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Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes. ? Of the Earth, is She whose heart beats with mine a rhythm of life renewal and deepest bliss ? Her essence luminous and night shimmering at…
Remember that autumn we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spirituality forming – felt as if we had bided our time, willing this union to occur – high on anticipation. Giddy that our routine femininity had been strewn across the barricades of our socially careful existences […]
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