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Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Love and pride in the mother’s eyes, complete trust in the infant’s sleep


Beings of Light

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December is my favorite time of year.  In this month of darkness, in this the darkest month, the light of the human spirit shines forth in a fullness shown by so many, in so many ways.  As the days grow shorter, houses and trees are decorated, and snow falls.  In the hushed silence of the nights, lights shine in windows, and the beauty is shared by all.  For this season of giving brings the festivals of lights: Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza.  Each tradition incorporates light in its ceremonies and decorations.

A neighbor friend of mine who lives down the road, a donkey in his stable, reminds me of the story of another manger 2000 years ago.  And seeing him snug in his stable with snow on the ground gives the illusion that all is right in the world.  But all is not well.  Thousands know no peace in any season.  Yet even those living in the worst conditions show the light of the human spirit and celebrate the season of light in personal ways.  For the human spirit is indomitable.

In December’s darkness we light lights.  For we are beings of light.  A light glows within each one of us.  And, at the most basic level, we are beings of light because we are made from stardust.  Perhaps that is why the stars hold such majesty for us– we are made from star material.

Einstein said: “A human being is part of the whole, called by us the ‘Universe”– a part limited in time and space.  He experiences himself, his thoughts, and feelings, as something separated from the rest– a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.  This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us.  Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”  We are all cut from the same cloth and our inner light unites us.

And in this holiday season we behold the night sky as shepherds did two thousand years ago on the birth of the holy infant, in a stable like the one down the road where my donkey friend lives.  That night a star lit the whole sky to guide the shepherds, and on these deep, long, silent nights as we light our houses, our candles, our trees, let us look inside ourselves and find the glow that may guide us to The Light.


Veneration of the Lamb

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“Lamb of God, you who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us!”

“What has happened to our instinct for unity?  The creatures know the rhythm of the earth.   They have not forgotten the oneness of which we are a part.  So in the Celtic world, they are messengers of Christ, the One who comes to reconnect us to the Heart of Being.”  (Christ of the Celts by J. Philip Newell)


Being in Winter

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How higher they be
than me
for they know how
to just Be

always

in the present
in the Silence
so profound in winter
but in the forever now

I look fearfully ahead
towards a future of endings
and losses
of attachments
acquired over the years
none more strong
than our love

I used to know

how to just be
like a tree
spontaneously
when very young
now I seek to Be
as I was in youth

in rapture
not just in nature
but always
as the sheep
in the deep
of winter.


Soulful Eyeful

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It being the holidays

missing

loved ones

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one of the most loved

one of the best teachers

a little dog

Ko-Ko

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all innocence

all love

all pure soul

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oh, to nuzzle her fur

smell her dander

feel her tongue

upon my face

and her fluffy fur

against my skin

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and Dutchie

another innocent

another tactile teacher

peace personified

oh to hold her in my lap

as she sleeps

and have her total trust

lying on blue-jeaned legs

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oh for a visit

from either

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or another gift

from Ko-ko

who shared a vision

of the beyond

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after she passed

now

no wee ones

just an ache

where love still lives


Away in a Manger

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Unmistakable pride

in the smile

on the mother’s face

bonding with her

babe asleep beside her

in utter security

in utter trust

of their caretakers

unknowing of their future fate

at the bloody hand

of man.


Pure Allure

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Look into my eyes

that tell no lies,

do they not hypnotize?

And my swirling

coat of curls,

is that not your unfurling?

Simple and pure,

though quite demure

I am full of allure.

And although

pink of ear,

pink of nose and

pink of horn,

 I’m yellow-tagged

and thus

uncharacteristically,

undeniably,

 positively

forlorn.


Springtime Blues no. 2

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With my fetching dreadlock bangs

and my au naturel French poodle coat

offset by my dreamy, brown velvet eyes,

if I could just blow this joint

I know I’d find me a man!


The Haunting

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The haunted look

in the eyes

the plastic tags

in the ears

the bit of grass

in the coat

of a tender soul

behind bars

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One day

the haunted

will arise in glory

their souls ablaze

with triumph

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One day

 we will pay

our dying hearts

 haunted

by the very souls

 hunted

by the likes of us


Within Blue Prison Walls…

love happens

 hugs and kisses

within the pen.

Love triumphant

over blue confinement.

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