Mothered

Birthing Mothers
Your place, no one can take.
Nature’s way
To guarantee unconditional love.

Sisters older, younger
Dotingly, grudgingly both,
Never miss a beat
To watch your back.

Daughters, nieces
Adopted girls,
You spark a love
Of pure adoration and awe!

Cousins, aunts, grandmothers
All partake
To share the special times
Uniquely ours.

Incidental crossings
By mentors, colleagues
Acquaintances, even strangers
Can leave those single memories and gems.

Last but not least
The girlfriend, the bestie.

You mother my soul,
For with you
I can rest and play
Cry and laugh.

For in life
We will always long
For the safety and nuturing
Of being Mothered.

Above photo curtesy of Pintrest, found by Jeanne, my friend.

Birds Eye Privilege

 

From Wright to Ron
Discoveries to adventures
The two legged man
Makes his way to flight

With science and courage
Precision to check marks
Buckles and headphones
We were set to go

Engines splutter to roll
Thrill engaged
Moving forward
Seamlessly to flight

Ascending the rise
City sights pass by
Then Central Valley food carpet
Spreads and sprawls wide

Ranges, aqueducts
Mineral pools and more
“Rita” gives life
To my very own birds eye

Sheets of cloud
Ominous at first
Like Bermuda Triangle
Stories and tales!

Control tower guides
Securing the passage
Skirting the dangers
The pilot’s my hero

If first flight
Was not thrill enough
On return, sunset to dusk
Entrance me again

Partnering the sky
Traveling side by side
The horizon waves good-bye
To the passing of my day

Hues of pink scattered in blue
Then creamed orange to zestful blaze
With last moments left
Golden yellow takes stage

Majestic rise to bow
From both the sun and my heart
For here heaven meets earth
With the breath and blessing of God

Thanks to Ron,
And Rita, his bird
And to Laurie,
For friendship, fun
And so much more!

Resonance 1

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Flow of flutes
Beat of drums
Glide of strings

Instruments played
Notes to melodies
Melodies to harmonies

Moving towards me
Ears not only
But my pores

Hear the feeling
Of ancient times
With divine perseverance

We blend
Boundary lost
Vibrating as one

Am I the music?
Is the music in me?

In this space
Unquestioned freedom
Peace

Gently resides
Inviting me
In

Held
Rested
P’haps even saved

Bringing
Flow, rhythm
Resonance

To my being
Being alive
Being here

The things you never thought that happen to you…

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Basking in the light

You feel the sun

Did you know it comes up

Just for you?

 

Fingers entwined

Palms face to face

Perhaps as you stroll

Maybe just seated together,

That moment, it happened

Just for you!

 

Countless events

The mere length of a breath

A strangers smile

The taste of a pickle

A star streaking across the sky

Did you know they happened

Just for you

 

No premise requires

No transgressions possible

No power can deny

You just need the currency

Of being alive!

 

To know

What really happens in life

Takes no PHD

No millions or billions

No name or fame

 

So wake up to life

Capture this time

As so much is happening

Just for you!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 7th 1998

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As the ‘passage way’

Of parenthood,

We’ve strived to be.

From nurturing to

Nagging,

As cheerleaders to

Protectors.

 

But actually,

With our smiles

Our laughter

And even the cries,

It’s Companions

We have grown

To become.

 

We’ve won as parents!

We hope you did too!

As despite any time

Apart,

We always feel that need

To come on back.

Back to the place

Of our togetherness.

 

So as 21 years

Rolls on in,

We have only to give

More of what

We’ve been blessed to have,

More WE.

 

From dream

To reality

You have emerged,

Definitely

A gift of complete

God-liness.

 

As beauty radiates

From inside out,

May you leave

Little gems

Of a life well lived,

Where ever

Your story unfolds…

Happy Birthday, Honey.

 

 

 

Blessedly Alive

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Deepened blue to grey mingle

Streaking the clouded sky

Robbing of luminosity;

Nature’s foreboding way.

 

With unseeable cracks

The leakage begins,

Pitter patter, a sweet sprinkle

A gentle caress.

 

With wind accompaniment

Shifting cumulus and nimbus,

A rhythm ensues

Giving signs of greater offerings.

 

In awe of what has no actual form

Yet holds a thunderous roar,

Comes forth as precipitation

A dance of both fear and hope.

 

To witness is to be entranced,

This illusionary masterpiece,

Magical to monstrous

From one moment to next.

 

Connections click

Like cogs deep inside,

My engines kick start

With a heat of ancient knowing.

 

With droplets delivered to every pore

My being stirred to a glow,

With no measure, no timing

No rhythm, no rhyme

This feeling bestowed

By the mightiest hand.

Making my being

So blessedly alive.

 

Rain or shine

Thunder or lightning,

Drizzle or torrents

My life is afoot!

 

Each second

Each day

This mighty breath,

My rain so delivered.

 

With; everything is possible

Without; the clock has struck out.

 

So,

Blessed are all moments,

And may only ‘breath’ be the one

That ‘takes my breath away’!

 

 

 

Love into the Mirror

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See the big deep eyes
Staring back at you?
The centered nose
Trying not to sniffle?
The pouty lips
Wanting not to give it all away?

Ever said,
“Cry its OK”
To that face in the mirror?

Standing apart from the form of myself
Separating from the pain
Allowing the play to unfold
I watch,
I acknowledge,
I comfort

Myself.

How?

By saying
To the face in the mirror

“I love you”

From deep within
Comes a Knowing
I am not my pain,
I am not my circumstances,
I am not the labels.

So I say, to the one
That no one else sees
And the one that looks right back into me,
I do
I do
I do love you!