the poet's path the place I sat - the secret place - was deeply quiet, where pine, privet bush and arbor vitae have conspired a canopy overhead just for me, it seems shielding me yet when the sky opened up its outpouring its cleansing eventually reached my scorched soul
the only way is to the core the pit inside the fruit the surface becomes too obvious for me BORING! irritability consumes me agitation at the sameness, the blur, the monotone numb, then paralyze me
so, inside I reach... the only way IN is in deep quiet to observe and not participate
the mind, its thoughts wrangle and suppress suffocate and drown
the only way... IS just as this storm is the gift to the poet its crashing thunder its beating rains yelling angrily STOP! LOOK! LISTEN!
the poet's path is lonely
the poet's path is a brilliant palette of goldfinch and thistle honeybee on purple knapweed birdsfoot and chicory
I couldn't swim so I flew... Nature, my teacher my guru i flew as always to You
the poet's path is lonely - the poet's path is a brilliant palette of goldfinch and purple knapweed birdsfoot and chicory
8.6.19 when i sat under the canopy of arborvitae, pine and privet on saturday, august 3, three days after a black moon (a second new moon in one month), i felt dead, yet somehow alive; numb yet somehow awake, maybe because there was no will moving me to be or do anything but just sit, be still. and there was a sense of surrendering, letting go, giving in to a higher power for guidance, so i asked, i asked for guidance, for help, for clarity and direction...i asked for signs. i wiped my mind screen clean. erased all thoughts. saw the clear yet vague horizontal energy moving that i see when i close my eyes and go inward, deeply. i thought of Skye, and then saw his right eye, the amber gold of a gentle soul looking into mine, just like when i kiss him goodnight every night on his bed, and i lift up his head and look right into his eyes as he looks into mine. as usual, when sitting in the mystery of Nature with no thought, i began to see what was around me...from several yards, i could see the soft white of bushes in the field - i do not know what they are, but know that the white was there, in abundance, in early Spring as well. i then noticed right before me the purple knapweed, and looking at it closer, and taking one stalk into my hands, i saw how the little threads like long pieces of saffron or eyelashes edged outward and upward, becoming white with dark highlights and tips, just like the crown chakra might be....then i saw the tiny red berries on some bush, and thought of how the birds love that...and then the yellow of birdsfoot - always thinking that it looks more like cats claws when held together and the little claw on the inside is revealed....then i turned my head to see the gorgeous orange-pink - like summer sunset - of gladiolus bloom....then gentle, soft blue of chicory....and everywhere, all around me, was abundant green, green, green...enough for all, enough to lighten and heal the heart of every soul on this planet. then i saw the gentle slant of light yet steady rains out in the distance, and then the rumble of thunder advised me that a storm was approaching quickly....i sat there, transfixed, though...and didn't want to move...protected by the canopy of vegetation, i barely felt a drop.....until the heavens opened wide as if tears of angels were pouring down on the hot earth...