whispers

how do you photograph a star in the dark night?
how can you capture the wind?
where does day end and night begin?
how do you hold the hand of a long lost friend?

god whispers the answers when we are still enough to listen--
calm enough to hear.

photo by bill

Regeneration

tears weeping
shoulders stooping
time to sleep
time to rest

shedding the shouldered burden
fading into compost
feeding the garden of life
regeneration & rejuvenation

weeping
stooping
melting
resting

tired of holding face to sun
departing for a season
may others carry brightness now
regeneration & rejuvenation

inspired by christine's poetry party.

Fire

"The voice of God flashes forth flames of fire." -Psalm 29:7

excerpted from a dream:

it unnerves me to be seen
candles at my feet
tapestry boots aflame
lighting my path

candles at my feet
burning away the dross
lighting my path
singed but not ruined

burning away the dross
tapestry boots aflame
singed but not ruined
it unnerves me to be seen

floating through this life

"as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creative Spirits deep embrace."

--Denise Levertov (found in "Praying with the Elements)

God is a process. Hmmm. Not sure from where those words popped out, but I think I'll let them stay. Yesterday's quote spoke of being a work of art in process. Recently, images of floating feathers have been appearing to me with some frequency. I did not notice that until I wrote a new pantoum while working with my collage. I realized that my previous pantoum also had the line "floating through this life" in it. There is also a very small feather in the collage. Hmmm. Well, I think I will stop here for now as there seems to be more pondering to do.

gratitude. grace. falling in love.
can you look or will you close your eyes & weep
for grace & compassion
a blanket of roses and deep green slumber

can you look or will you close your eyes & weep
falling. running. floating. splashing.
a blanket of roses and deep green slumber
the rose of conviction

falling. running. floating. splashing.
floating through this life.
the rose of conviction
gratitude. grace. falling in love.

photo by bill

Floating

Last fall I was introduced to the French Pantoum form of poetry by Christine during the Awakening the Creative Spirit program. Recently, she re-introduced it here. This morning I revisited my journaling while thinking of peregrinatio and this is what transpired:

pilgrimage without destination
feather floating on the breeze
floating through this life
let the mystery be

feather floating on the breeze
slow down on seeking answers
let the mystery be
gently hold the light

let the mystery be
floating through this life
gently hold the light
pilgrimage without destination

photo by geezer dude