Posted in poetry, tagged cold winter, farming, poetry on January 29, 2008 | No Comments »
Its forty below
There is no place I can go.
I have pneumonia
I can’t go and play.
I have good memories
Of working in the cold
I dressed like Darth Vader
All dressed in black
I was warm I was bold
Style I did lack
I called on the customers
I went door to door
The cold did not bother me then,
Tnen there were winters
I would [...]
Posted in love, poetry, tagged farming, love, poetry on January 27, 2008 | No Comments »
Some privilege a woman has!
She can cook whatever he provides.
She can clean whatever he dirties.
She can cringe whenever he comes near.
She can jump at his command.
She can clean pigpens whenever she wants.
She can kill chickens and listen to the neighbor’s taunts.
She is a laundress, a mistress, and a breeder of kids.
She has no freedom…
Only does [...]
Posted in Aging, love, poetry, tagged dancing, love, poetry on January 27, 2008 | No Comments »
They call me Baba,
But they didn’t ask me to dance.
I wasn’t always wrinkled and old.
My face, they say, was like corn silk.
Soft as summer’s cloud.
It glowed like the sun.
My name was Anastasia then.
I had long giggling curls that bounced out of
My babushka when I danced.
Oh! How I danced!
From the time I heard the [...]
Posted in love, poetry, tagged dedication, Great Spirit, love, poetry on January 27, 2008 | No Comments »
Footstep by footstep, she carried the load with love,
But her heart was full of questions.
She spoke, with a confidence she barely felt,
To her Inner Master…. The Great Chief and Guide of he Life…
Some called it the Holy Ghost or the Comforter.
She could use the Comforter now.
Oh, Great Spirit, I feel like crying a river that [...]
Posted in love, poetry, tagged love, poetry on January 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Summary
A native woman meets someone special. She sings her song.
She wondered, almost out loud,
what it would be like to join him in his work.
A busy Grey squirrel jumped up on its back legs,
looked at her and, amazingly enough,
peered across the span of rocks to see the man.
The little creature reminded her of the preparations
she [...]
Posted in love, poetry, tagged love, poetry, spirituality on January 27, 2008 | No Comments »
She could see him.
Her eyes were watching every movement he made,
recording them,
storing them on the back burner of her heart.
He spoke with word pictures.
How she enjoyed watching and listening to him.
Only he, here and now,
was able to be a multilevel speaker,
conveying with words and movements
the word he lived in.
Watching him now, she visualized a large [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged 12 Step Program, poetry on January 27, 2008 | No Comments »
Show me the way back Home.
I’m tired of feeling alone.
How can I know your Will?
How can I share your Love?
I am glad to be alive.
Thank you for being my Guide.
Back in my youth
I knew the Truth.
Show me the Way
back to You.
I want to share your truth.
way down deep inside
I made the choice.
I heard your voice
I’m [...]
Imagine a glorious colored store-bought kite.
It is shaped like a butterfly.
(It is has wonderful colors….like neon signs of my childhood.)
Gifted to me by two wonderful children.
In celebration of eleven years “clean-time”
I was so excited…not only for the recovery but I had a kite.
Wow.
I took my kite home and began my dreams of flying.
It sits now in [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged poetry on January 25, 2008 | 1 Comment »
There was an Ocean
of “Love and Mercy”
I wanted to dive right in.
so, I did.
How refreshing.
Reminded me of a walk in the rain.
I floated
I lazed about
I hardly moved.
The waves of love
bounded over me.
they tore through me.
they made me whole.
The Joy in knowing
I am Soul.
This love
was no science fiction
This love
had no contradiction
It was pure
It came from the [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged poetry, visualization on January 25, 2008 | No Comments »
I met her in the Dream state.
Then I met her in real time.
She taught me about
Dreams, Soul Travel, Reincarnation.
I used to think
“What in ‘tarnation’ will she think of next?”
It was the most amazing spiritual exercise
that I use everyday,
I have never forgot.
How to refresh Spirit
when you take a shower.
When she first tried to tell me,
I thought [...]
