Warm Colors

Warm colors gusting past
and falling on heads
drifting into the corners
softening rigid lines

In the circle of community
each is held up
surrounded by soft edges
and warm colors

Like leaves, we drift
to fill in gaps with love
and support for each other…

Be Still, My Speeding Heart

Inspired by blurred wings
of jeweled and joyous hummingbird
and the languid lurch
of true and intrepid turtle

My heart travels
at its own speed
as I journey through
spicy and bland
juicy and dry

And even when I stomp out
the sparks of fiery controversy
infecting my peaceful brain

Pond of Forgiveness

Bathing in the pond of forgiveness
near the meadow
out beyond right and wrong

There is no other peace
like immersing self
in those still waters

Birds chirping overhead
warmth of the loving sun
ready to enfold me
like a babe in arms

Soft fertile Earth
ready to foster
and nurture new growth
softened by my salty tears
and seeded by my timid smiles

Golden Hot Seat

Golden ruffles
on the edges of his personality
Outward expressions
of the thick vein within

The shadow of his profile
for purpose of contrast
describe a thin man
while his golden aura
shines bright and true

The rich man rests for a moment only
on the hot throne of gold and jewels
before he takes off again

Unique Spirit’s expression
embodied as man…

Golden Fire

Golden Fire Golden Fire

Rising up as golden fire
of spirit explodes in joyousness

Awaken oh joy
sparkle my essence

Birthing new ideas
seeds of understanding

Sprout and raise
spreckle the future

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Other Side of Summer

Remember in deep summer
when the bees buzzed
and the heat held you pillowed
in the teeming meadow
and the lavender labyrinth?

This crisp chill
and watered sunlight
with staccato litany
of crunchy steps
and lonesome bird calls
is the other side of that

Now is the opportunity
to remember
the warmth within…

Spicy Spark

Intense imaginations
sandwiched between tepid
actions of rote

Neutral in charge
yet forward in movement

The spicy spark
fuel from the soul
powers every step
each movement

Toward building solid foundations
‘neath the castles of our dreams

Filling the Well

Filling the Well

I lived a good portion of my life up in the high dessert area of the truly northern part of California. Living there, I learned a lot about wells: how they are are much preferred to hauling water by hand from the creek, how to douse for them, how to not try to dig them by hand, and the destruction caused by running a well dry. Most every man-dug well provides only so many gallons per minute.

Depending on my own will power and thought processes, I also produce a limited outcome. However, my personal creativity well seems to operate on a different system when I remember to lean into Spirit or the Muse. In that case, it more closely resembles the blessing of an artesian well. The more I tap into the source the more I fill up.

Lately, I have been focusing a portion of everyday on leaning in. Every workday morning before my husband heads off for work, I pick up a pen and expect a Daily Napkin to be written. I have committed myself to at least 15 minutes of pure joy painting every 24 hours. I always bring a sketch book with me, and take the time to draw over a cup of tea when out and about. This practice is expansive. The more I do, the more urge for creative expression arises. Sometimes I wonder how much joy I can handle.

Stepping Into Alive

The choice arises new each day
between the busy and sleepy eyes
amid sullied plans of yesterday
and expectant visions of tomorrow

Nestled softly among decisions plenty
disguised as a subtle choice with no face
the either/or of it lost to better minds
so it is oftimes overlooked

Sometimes gratitude or love
will produce response – awakening awareness

In that moment choice is made
as a gentle shifting of the heart
a quickening of the spirits dance
whereupon a stepping into alive
brightens the countenance

Hide and Seek

One grey day
when even the shadows
were dull and listless

He noticed a suspicious sparkle
out the side of his perceptions

He discovered the prismatic
rainbow colors
lurking on the periphery

Playing hide and seek
with his consciousness

“Come out, come out,
wherever you are!”