I sip mint tea and ponder

IMG_0743The day yields forth precious dewdrops
in the hour when all lie sleep.
I sit.
I sit and read.
I sit and write.
I sip mint and nettle tea slowly.
I let dark chocolate melt on my tongue
until it is only a reminiscence of itself.
I feel the tiredness behind my eyes.
I savor the delicious
silence around me.
In this time to be me for me.
I feel the radiance
of all the other versions of me.
I sip mint tea and ponder
the raindrops falling.

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Tuesday blues on rooftops soars

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Tuesday blues on rooftops soar.
The eye as wild as eagle wings,
spanning the heights of mountain rims.
Connecting knuckles;
curving spine.

A low sound, emitted from within
vibrating of cells
in silent energy.

The boundary lost
of archetypes, hieroglyphs.
Strawberries.
Colors forming geometries of the sacred.

I ventured out into the great beyond.
Holding my shoulders.
A poncho draping
In loose folds.
I held my name, an essence
I can only begin to grasp,
in unity. Between notions
so fractal, they move
in faceted fashion
of fingerling fineness.

Flower of immortality,
nocturnal halo, candles
glowing in darkened candor.

Nymphs sing in perfect
tones of emanated radiance,
flowing essence.
The power to behold fulfills
the nucleus of divine being.

Staggered I fluctuate
on waves of ethereal,
outward and in.
Blending boundaries,
until thinking disappears.
The child enters now,
oscillating from lacelike expansion,
to creviced contraction.
The place where time and space
appear both odd, and more tangible.

Painted with memory, wafting
with scent, it carries me
back in time to mildewy leaves,
in the shade of the mottled tree.
The rainbow shimmer in each apple bough
sage green, white, and dark olive leaves,
purple and russet queen bark.
Veins, buds, opening, closing.
The world is breathing,
one breath.

Every tree does shed its fruit

Dedicated to William Blake

In the dark passageway carrying the light
Aglow my cheeks a rose of pale opalescence
The globe in my hands, I whisper in the stillness
As though in but a second I could
Hear the humming of all creation

Small hands clasping the pitcher
Life flowing on the inside
Captivated and captured

Suddenly askance
In opposite directions turn
Face, hands, feet
Something or someone
Makes its way down the alleyway
Catching me by surprise

Surrounded by shadows
Looming and tall
The liquid spills, the flames roar
The whispers swish and swoon
Shutting me in their golden cage

With a shout I encompass myself
Held together by the magnificence
Of opposites without
I land on green grass

It is moist and while the early dawn rises
I contemplate that every tree does shed its fruit
Time passes and leaves wither and shrivel

The fruit I bore, in its arc of creation
Laid shining and dappled
Thrust out of springtime love
Lust, dew, music
And when summertime came
Shining in fullness
It hung resplendent on a leafy branch

Yet time, the mystery in its making
Has walked serendipitously forward
Falling into autumn
Leaving the skin to shed on my plate

Consumed by the law of matter
Metabolism, digestion, process
Serene and lonely
In the harvest hour
I lie with the fruits of my experiences
Chewed into decay and waiting to be
Transformed into winter thought
Unique and Eternal

I am the wind

I am the wind
Whistling helter skelter
Through the leaves
The sand on the shore
Washed by water
Again and again
The footprints of all the feet
Big and small
Swaggering and pattering
That compressed me
And left a little portion of themselves
Imprinted in my life
On my mind
Like a watermark of their
Thoughts sailing on a string
Ballooning into the blue sky
Pulled by a man on his bicycle

I am the woman you held in your arms
And whispered to
I sang to the waves
Wished upon a star
And placed my prayers
On the wistful smile
Of the harvest moon

The days are waning
And so are the years
Looking forward and back
I take a big breath
And look into the hourglass of now

In the stillness I hear your heartbeat
Its relentless rhythm
Taking me back
To the beginning of time

I am the child you once knew
The sunbeam on the afternoon wall
And the sound of the traffic
Droning everything else out

The landscape of pure ideas conjured
By the openness of space
As time widens

The country where all countries meet
Where boundaries are defeated
And love is proclaimed
Where the scent of the morning sunrise infuses the day

I am the loll of the sail in the evening dusk
That windless moment
When all seems captured
In a perfect frame

I am the picture within
Some days the picture of Dorian Gray
The exterior sheaf leaves way
To the inside feeling old
The body unworthy of the cycles of nature
And yet to breathe in the stillness
To sigh and wonder
Each year brings new gifts
The heart opens a little wider
Defying definitions I swing
Into myself
Into this life
Given and giver
Created and creator
Taught and teacher
Drawing out of the mold
The expressions, the laughter
The oohs and ahs of learning
My jewels before me
Glistening in the sunlight
I count them, polish their Inner beauty
And sometimes even wear them
Shimmering in the moonlight
The heart opening and closing
In the acceptance of breath
Transition, process
Anew