recalled to me ~

26 Thursday Mar 2015

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the wind
yet remembers
the weight of my willing
another I was
but a girl – only ten
crickets and
tadpoles
blackberry winters
barefoot as
lifetimes
recalled to me then

spirits
carry me
home by the river
out past the waiting
once promised
for us
a truth
undecided
as roads without name
an echo of someone
I used to be –
loved

. . .

when I ~

08 Sunday Feb 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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age, becoming, bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, laughter, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wisdom

when I am old
let my eyes adjust
so that I see beyond
the depths known as sorrow
into the 6D color
of living
let my heart beat
heavy –
and let me bleed
in shades
of purple crayon
let laughter
be the sin for which
I am known

. . .

writing in the dark
February 8, 2015, 2:06 am

author’s note: I clipped this picture some years
back. It’s not mine, but it is. It’s a place I return
often, a reminder that beauty lives in sometimes
dirty places.

home by another ~

10 Saturday Jan 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, connection, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding

of graces
unwritten –
sands will erase
the places we walked
together
alone
echoes permitted
in time
we return
as hallowed to canyons
shadows to stone

worlds
re-remembered
as ways once we came
home by another
is missing us now
a light
through the curtains
where somebody stays
becoming
in living
all love will allow

. . .

squander ~

08 Monday Dec 2014

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divine this, home, life, love, love the only truth, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, wisdom

what road ahead
seems shorter
for passing into night
lest shadows fall
against a wiser sun
an imprint of my journey
where telling
might I go
deciding now
an ending not foretold

time
and I’ve remembered
the squander of my days
returned as one
untethered from the rest
a single step
when all about
the hurry for direction
one and then
another here –
the path revealed
to home

. . .

wander ~

01 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, morning, old maps, passion, poetry, rambling, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, wandering

how fragile
this knowing
of all I have searched
in shadows
(beyond where shadows are kept)
and dared flying closer
(lord knows I tried)
to leave without leaving
the essence of none

as touch
(still allowing)
of heaven’s
release
a soft sweet
surrender
as one with the breeze
moves on the light
(is a song)
thru the trees –
willing to wonder
of all I endear
a moment
and I am returned
(unforsaken)
as love in becoming –
flight
without fear

of another beginning
a fortune untold
asleep with my hands
(at work) in my
soul

. . .

held by the edges ~

27 Monday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, value, wandering

i will remember
this day
as a moment so tender
held by the edges
and folded just so

my soul will
revisit
the gift in its giving
where the light of forever
was shown first
to me

Author’s Note: I’ve spent the last few days at a lake cabin
owned by new friends. It is a place which calls us only ever (just) to be.
Leaves fall as schedules scatter.

. . .

as you spoke to me ~

01 Wednesday Oct 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

where
and I was once
the spring
blooming in your arms
golden as the birth
of love divine
carried by the whippoorwill
sheltered by the pine
where I was found
within the place
of dreams
a winter grace
of tenderness
loved as one December
silent
as you spoke to me
of spring

. . .

rings ~

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder

in the vast
unknowing
of all I am yet
an albino lark makes
her nest
in the arms of a cedar
ten thousand rings deep
with a view
of the night –
a candle so bright
would burn up the shadows
as backward to day
is held to her song
as the dark falls away –
rocked into dreams
by the still

. . .

touching proof ~

29 Friday Aug 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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bliss, faith, fearless, knowledge, life, love, passion, poetry, resurrection, seeing in the dark, self, truth, understanding, value, wisdom

no more or less
was right made wrong
or hell for heaven trade
was dark alone when light was come
or souls bent afraid?

loving words still echo deep
returned as truth we swore
held to more than promises
the ways we walked before

no more or less
was right made wrong
or hell for heaven trade
was dark alone when light was come
or souls bent afraid?

to paths of fate
disguised as dreams
for all we came to know
silence haunts the lowly heart
with dreams too dear
to hold

no more or less
was right made wrong
or hell for heaven trade
was dark alone when light was come
or souls bent afraid?

. . .

impression ~

06 Wednesday Aug 2014

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

might I wait
ten thousand winters
for a morning
such as this
to find you in the shadows
of the moon
beneath the mist
as tender turn the locust
from their beds
forgotten
was the number
of days ascribed between
when night was come
a sleepy hum
of lullaby and curse
made for me to wonder
as so often I allow
bathed in this impression
of another
just as new
when daffodil were swaying
o’er the memory
of tears
crushed beneath the light
of just beginning
silent as a kiss
to haunt the dew