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Comment by Sally Arango Renata on March 23, 2010 at 7:24am
Arieljoy - I love the way you have caught Spring, not as a passive season, but full of energy, the lust of creation. My favorite is the peace in your last line. Beautiful.

Braianne - And your poem is an ode to life - the ups and downs, all part of getting there. It is wonderful that you've honored the indigo child as a part of where we are, where we are going.

sally
Comment by Brajanne Jacobs on March 23, 2010 at 3:34am
The Disks of Life

Hail to all
The power of the Disks of Life is round
Choosing the right vehicles
An initiation to the work of the staves and wands
A preparation for the ordeals
The man chooses his woman
The dark clouds gathering
As an omen to the union of the Lord & his Lady
The four wings are working together
To establish a bridge
That connects the Red Lion with the White Eagle
My favourite animals
Oh, listen to the whispering voice
Blue and gold are their colours
They connecting me to the world
I am two
The separated that must be united
Oh, hear my love song
In the hours of the night
Blue speckled gold
Listen to My call hours in the sun
At noon
My sons have never met
But the liberated women will be present
The power of the Four is growing
We, the Fifth, are waiting
Giving birth to the Blue skinned Child
The heavenly gift
The promised sign
Oh yeah, we will be there!
The out stream from of your deepest desires are rolling in the sky
Emotions set free by of our Love
The outlet of mixed poetry
An ode to the love that grows
Feel the tension grow between the eyebrows
Heavenly rain and devilish eruptions
The fusion of black and white
Ashes and snow
The promised woman
And the man who chooses
The wings of the eagle
United with the power of the snake
The glorious Child
The azure blue of the sky
And the gold from the deepest depths of the earth
The goddess of the firmament united with the king of darkness
So it shall be
We the unifying forces will bring them together
This marriage must take place
We are the outlet of forces that must be united
The power of the Disks rolling in the sky

© Brajanne 2001
Translated from dutch
Comment by Arieljoy Fine on March 16, 2010 at 12:43am
Spring in the Mountains

Mountain Winters can tangle with the budding Spring
In much the same way lovers might lay together

In and out, the storm darts furiously about the buds
The stronger, more intense medicine spending itself quickly
In pursuit of release
While the softer, fecund spirit opens to contain the buds
In an act of deliverance

The mountain sky invites my outstretched hand
To touch the brilliant forms dotting it
They wink and beckon me
To their rhythmic dance around Grandmother Moon

The brothers, rain and snow, are at rest
Having spent themselves into a stupor
As they slumber the stars seem to dance above Turtle Island
Comment by Ron Alexander on March 14, 2010 at 9:10pm
Read the poem by Sally above - excellent and inspiring! Her artwork on her page - the same!
Comment by Ron Alexander on March 6, 2010 at 5:57am
A Student

she has beautiful
honey-colored hair.
a brilliant inquiring mind
a freckled face of an angel
a smile that melts hearts
and hardens other parts
with an intelligent inquiry she
turned that charm on me yesterday
I feel the inappropriate chemistry
No! No! No! No! silently as I
answer her question and turn away
if only the father of her 4 month old
embryo
would respond with integrity?
Comment by D.B. Pacini on February 21, 2010 at 9:31am
Writers,

I will be co-hosting a new poetry reading series starting in March in the central valley (CA.) for Woodbridge, Lodi, Stockton, Galt poets, and for any other poets interested. There will be one featured poet given a 20 minute time slot, coffee/refreshment breaks, and a sign up sheet for poets who will be reading for five minutes each. Please tell poets in the central valley about this, the place (in Woodbridge, CA.) is very nice and the audience will be quite and attentive---it isn’t an opportunity that is often available to poets. Also, since this is a new series we can all help to build/shape it into a nurturing environment for poets and hopefully expand opportunities. I’m excited about the possibilities.

D.B. Pacini (Email: Pacini.Novelist@gmail.com)
Comment by Ron Alexander on February 3, 2010 at 4:46pm
The clear bead at the center
changes everything,
There are no edges to my loving now,
I've heard it said, there's a window
that opens from one mind to another,
But if there is no wall, there's no need
for fitting the window, or the latch.

Rumi
Comment by The Ancient One on February 3, 2010 at 7:08am
I Have Found Such Joy
by Grace Noll Crowell

I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.

I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days; a curtain's blowing grace.
A potted plant upon my window sill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.

Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are;
The elemental things - old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.
Comment by Arieljoy Fine on February 3, 2010 at 3:13am
S P A R K

It is challenging to be first
Giving voice to idea
Acting on the urgency of the energetic

Becoming form

Ideas and actions
Strain to see
The light of day

The divine impulse

BECOMING
BEING

Most courageous
In its labor

(c) 2010, Arieljoy
Comment by Elisabetta Errani Emaldi on January 20, 2010 at 1:28pm
Energy follows thought, then the man, in his small, feeling of desire, becomes a creator. For this reason, if he wants a better future, he must turn his thoughts to the common good and abandon the selfish one, because only then he becomes a creator of love that gathers what seeding.

 

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