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The ground burns
The soles of my feet
                 It’s not hot
                 I’m not shoeless
Simply put
My roots don’t sink deep enough within it
She’d
Play hide and seek
                          By day
Within borders of contentment
                          Or
Knit words without sound

She stayed but one weekend
                           Over solstice
                        In a tree house
          
I never saw her wings
But she’d flown
Leaving only a slice of gingerbread cake
                        Settled under a rowan tree
The oak has
Words of thunder
Divine connections
                      He shall be your double bass

The willow oh the the willow
Her immortality
And vitality
                      She will be your cello

The windswept Hawthorn
Sacrifice's self to
Sweeten souls
                      She will be your viola

The Rowans shall sing together
Enchant with
A final spell
                      They will be your violins

And you
You shall conduct the wilderness
With such intensity
                   The world will slow to attend
D 1d
What is happiness?
I dare say it's the early parts of spring
Where the blooms first start their beautiful display
Pink Hyacinths, cherry blossoms, dandelions
The eager fluttering of buttery butterflies
Or the curious buzzing pauses of a bumble bee.

The green buds on ancient oaks
Or the tiny growths of hydrangeas,
It's in the beauty of warmer days, sun bathed
And a milder evening by the bonfire.

Happiness is in company kept,
A cold beer and smoked BBQ,
It is the music we dance to or annoy the neighbors with.
It’s in the good times and memories
Creating new ones as we come together.

Happiness is a dirt or bridled trail
Verdant walls of trees and those arboreal things
Squirrels rustling in susurrus steps
And bird singing their symphonies
Bidding for applause in their skyward stage

Happiness is blue skies
With cotton ball clouds,
And sunbeams touching down
To highlight the cricket fiddling.

Happiness is in the littlest things
We barely notice, as if it were as common as a breath
But if you disconnect, let the stress melt
And focus on how alive our earthen mother is
You would see, in every step, on every twirl
Happiness is one sunlit day away.
One can never truly explain happiness accurately, but this is what makes me happy, currently.
When water stands still
And energy flows
The crest of a wave
                                Stays silent
I felt off balance, thrown to and fro

Anxieties in life and mind cried for succor

With deliberation and courage I took the ancient medicine

The wave created over the levees in my mind and so I sat in a darkened room to meditate

I dove into the deep pools of my psyche

The water cold, dark and deep felt refreshing and safe

The pain I’ve dealt and received was shown to be done by one and the same

You are me and I am you connected in a hoop that never ends

The storm in my mind stilled; warmth in the form of a quilt draped over me by an angel

A hug of universal love and grace

I climb out of the cavernous pools; feeing lighter in mind, body, and soul

The shamanic path has been trod and I am better for it
We connect to our
Own singular truth
Inexpressible by word
                           Relayed by the heart

This chakra is green
             It represents
                                        The unhurt
                                        The unstruck  
                                        The unbeaten

Where are you what’s gone wrong

I’m hurting
I’m distressed
I’m beaten

Solitary reflection
                             Tightens my throat
Mixes emotions
                             Until colours run

Leaves nothing
Bar mottled visions
Held back
                    By their own significance
Ramakrishna Mission
spirituality destination
Go there
Meditate
Be close to God
Feel uplifted
Sing out loud
Reach the
vicinity of God
come back
with a piece of peace
in your heart
Your voice softens
Unforced by storm
                               Becomes hypnotic
Lullabies
Mermaids
****** me toward
                               Echoes distant

Whale song haunts
Like an album
A diary
With each page the same

We’re parallel
You’re most
Of my being
Touched by the stars
                              Pulled by the moon

The salt in tears
Surely connects us
                              To a part
Water bound
By the memory it holds
D 4d
Under the dead oak
Where dead hands reach from the roots
To grab at my legs as I stare up
Into the pallid luminance of the goddess moon.

I wonder if my time should come,
Would I spill all my secrets?
Would these outstretched fingers be calling out to the stars
Receive me as my soul flew from the scars
And saw me off into the distant distance
Would heaven be so hard to achieve?

Well, I’ve spent all my years,
Coming back to this retreat,
Umbral canopies hide my escape
As I write for days about the last one
Because the last one I thought was the one
And in all these moments I’ve -
Grown to know that I’m
Not very certain of certainty, no.

I want to know before I go
Off into the ephemeral ether
Was I ever the one you chose?

As the curtains begin to fall
And the stage starts to fold,
May I find courage,
If I could be so bold,
Reaching the pallid luminance
With arms outstretched by the root
I’ve barked so loud at the moon.

Touched by the light of grace,
Hoping these limbs shape the form of your face
Could you be the one?
Another one that was inspired by my journals from when I was younger. So much teenage angst lol
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