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Do I Know You?

(In the days of her youth)Related image

She fascinates me ~
My fellow traveler ~
With lines carved
Deep into her face ~
In shapes reminding me
Of ancient paintings ~
On the walls of caves ~

Her wild white mane ~
Held off her face by
Large dark pins ~
Her face in profile ~
Make me think of
Herds of bison ~ and
Deerskin moccasins ~

She is a big woman ~
Tall and sturdy ~
And her posture
Gives the lie ~
To her weathered skin
And snow-white hair ~

She turns her head
And our eyes meet ~
Across the bus’s
Narrow aisle ~
I see she feels it too ~
That sudden sense
Of recognition ~

Then she smiles and
Pulls the cord ~
And in moments
She is gone ~
I feel bereft ~
As though I missed
My cue ~ and it
Will never come
Again ~

I sit and ponder ~
What does it mean ~
For every act has
Meaning ~
And every act has
Consequences too ~

The delicate balance
Of my life ~
Has been disturbed ~
And I don’t
Know why ~

(Originally published November 11, 2013)

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Joy in the Morning

Porch Smothered in Roses

One minute I am
Balancing my checkbook ~
The next I am standing
On a childhood porch ~
Smothered in pink
Sweetheart roses ~
Smelling like the
Dawn of all creation ~

I can almost feel ~
The delicate touch of the
Early morning air ~
Cool against my skin ~

It feels as if there’s
Birdsong in my veins ~
My knees and elbows tingle ~
In that one moment
It comes flooding back ~
Those magic moments
From my youth ~
When I was most alive ~

Even then ~
I must have
Realized those times
Were special ~ meant
To be stored away ~
So that they could
Be taken out ~
Unwrapped ~
Remembered ~
Savored ~

I am so grateful
For the kindness and
The foresight ~
Of a Universe which
Gives such lovely gifts
On a Monday morning ~


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In A Child’s Eyes

A Babys Eyes

Did you ever look deeply
Into the eyes of a newborn
And see the pure clear flame
Of the still-connected soul

Fresh from the hands
Of its maker it shines
And if you are lucky
And if you are wise
Perhaps the child will
Bless you and connect
You for a moment to
Your Source within

Swelling your heart and
Tearing your eyes as
You strive to linger
As you feed the hunger
Of a spirit left too long
Alone and unattended

But even though
The moment ends
The peace and the
Healing remain
Glimpses of glory
From beyond the veil
Gift of the Spirit


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To A Soul Mate

Goddess of the HearthYou are the goddess
Of the hearth
Of my heart
You are the standard
By which I judge
The warmth
Of my welcome
The joy my
Arrival brings

Time and its passage
Are matters of
Little importance
To those such as
You and I
Who have known
Each other in
Countless lifetimes
Before and shall
Know one another
Countless lifetimes
Hence

We are part of the
Group Soul
A glimpse of the
Eternal
And you are a
Part of my soul
Always

It is our destiny


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What Brings Me Joy

rhododendron blossomBurn bright oh blessed light of day ~
Who chases all the foolish
Fears of night away ~

It dazzles me sometimes
The beauty of all life
That you reveal ~
Especially in springtime ~

The tender green
The freshness of it all ~
The dawning of renewed hope ~

The sheer perfection
Of one single floweret
From a rhododendron blossom ~
Out of all the blossoms
In the Universe ~
Simply rocks my senses ~
And brings me
Close to tears of joy ~

These are the moments that
I live for ~


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Winter Thoughts

Thomas-Kinkade-Winter-winter-23436572-1280-1024A chill winter sunset blazes
Just above the far horizon
All of the rest of the sky is
A hazy mix of rose and gold

The little house across the street
Ringed in by the trees and backlit
By the dying of the sun’s light
Looks like a Thomas Kinkade print

And just across the hearth I see
Your eyes through the fading daylight
Looking back at me with all the
Love and desire I’ll ever need

I cannot claim to understand
Why I have been so richly blessed
But I vow I will be worthy
Of the gift that I’ve been given


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But Not Forgotten

woman-sleeping5904.jpg dreaming womanIn my dream
I hear a baby crying ~
Then the soothing
Sound of a lullaby ~

And somehow I know
That I am dreaming ~
I am the crying babe
And the singer my mother ~

This is the dream
I asked her for ~
On the eighth anniversary
Of her graduation ~
From this world
Into the next ~

And now that I know ~
I can feel her
Arms around me ~
Feel the strength
Of her love
Once more ~

And even in my dream
I am so happy ~