Women let us name ourselves once more
We who have had our names stolen
Women let us name ourselves
Let us call ourselves
Troublemaker
Defiant
Abnormal
Problem
Rebel
Women
Dancer
Artist
Speaker
Seeker
Women let us name ourselves
Let us call ourselves
Maiden
Mother
Queen and crone
Let us name ourselves
Let us name each other
When we name ourselves
We will hear ourselves
First in whispers.
Today I name myself: Rainbow
Moon doesn’t stay the sme
Moon has cycles
Changes
Different
Always dancing
Appearing
Retreating
Advancing
Light
Dark
Rising
Setting
She is restless
Can’t sit still
Always in motion
I think that the moon has
Attention deficit disorder:
She is
Beautiful
Defiant
A dancer wild and free!!
October leaf
Whirling
Spinning
Sailing
Flying
Floating
Falling
Dancing
On the way down
If I were not afraid of driving in the dark
I would take more journeys
If I were not afraid to die
I wold live in the moment
If I were not afraid to go too fast I would dance
If I were not afraid to grow old
I would let my hair become a cloud of silver
And if I were not afraid to fall
I would become a waterfall
Pouring myelf down over the edge
Into a still lake of gold
Intuition is a hand
Reaching upward
To touch
Surprise
Truth is a box
On the table
Beautifully wrapped
That we are afraid
To open
Because it could be either
A gift
Or a bomb.
Truth can explode
Blowing into bits
That which we think
We
Need
Truth ccan blow away
Relationships
Jobs
Homes
Habits
Beliefs
Lives
Lies
The fear of truth is the terrorist
Truth is sitting in a box on your table
Will you open it?
My heart is longing
For silent time
Time to hear
The breath of the trees
If I can’t breath crisp clean air in December
It’s not my wind
If I can’t jump in a blue salty wave
It’s not my ocean
If I can’t dance barefoot on fresh
Pine needles
It’s not my forest
If I can’t sit silent and alone in the
Quiet sun
It’s not my desert
Goddess let us dance
In the oceans
In the breezes
In the forest
In the sun and in the rain
Let us dance
This is our planet
Mussel shell
One shell
Two halves together:
hands in prayer
A friendship that contains a lie
Is a cup with a hairline crack
That leaks water drip by drip
A friendship that contains a lie
Is a broken ankle bolstered
With screws that aches when you try to walk again
A friendship that contains a lie
Is an earthquake that rattles
The windows, doors picture frames and seems to cause no damage.
But when the house is later inspected it is found
That the foundation is a just a little bit
Twisted and weakened
I will not claim that I have never lied to you myself
Because that itself would be another lie
And I know that you have lied to me in the past.
The cracks from both our lies can’t be taken away: the cup is glued back together and it looks the same
But please consider the above before
You lie to me again
And I will do the same, myself!
When you reach
The top of your mountain
You may not hear
A roaring voice
You may not see
A blinding light
you may not see a burning bush
you may not even hear
a small still voice
because
this is not
Mt. Sinai
Mt. Olympus
Dr. King’s mountain
It is YOUR mountain
and when
you reach
the top
breath, look around
and then come down
Annual recital
Jenny, 8, is dancing
Peter, 3 is dancing too.
He stands up in front of his seat
And moves to the music
Too young or too wise
To know
That this is supposed to only be Jenny’s show
So he moves
Jenny on the stage sees him
But, older, follows the rules
And looks where she is supposed to
But she knows
That Peter is dancing too
And Jenny and Peter move
Together
In a wave
Of love
Jenny is dancing
Peter dances too
And Jesus dances with them both
Clouds you are gray and white and soft and shiny
Reflecting the brilliant sun on this afternoon flight
but please please PLEASE
HOLD ME UP!!!
One day the sun went green
And that night the stars went purple
And nobody noticed
But the next day all dollar bills
Went orange
And there was immediate panic
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At forty-one
She cuts her hair
And dyes it a shade blonder:
Rinsing away the Crone
For now
I tell myself that I would have done it differently
That I would have just painted the outside of the box
In blue glitter-paint
And I would have only woven a handle in rainbow hemp
And I would have just carried it inside a bag of soft
Lavender silk
And I would have only hugged it daily.
But I fool myself:
Because I KNOW I would have opened it.
Don’t wait until there’s enough money
Don’t wait until there’s enough time
Don’t wait until you are the right age
until you are mature enough adventurous enough
Skilled enough slim enough strong enough perfect enough
Don’t waint.
Don’t wait until the kids are grown
Don’t wait until your marriage is more stable
until you’ve been at your job enough
your house is paid off your health issues hae
been resolved
Don’t wait
Do it now
Put on a bright dress of many colors
A big sun hat
A pair of sandals
Dy your hair purple
Put on that necklace of amethyst
And dance in the rain
And remember that:
You are Light
Life is lived
Day by day by day by day by day by day by day
People are fed
Meal by meal by meal by meal by meal by meal by meal
Peace is walked
Step by step by step by step by step by step by step
Love is shared
Hug by hug by hug by hug by hug by hug by hug
Community is built
Hand by hand by hand by hand by hand by hand by hand
The future is made
Child by child by child by child by child by child by child
So let us live
Heart by heart by heart by heart by heart by heart by heart
To Aslan *
Oh lofty light-Lion
Lift me to Love!
*Aslan, the great Lion, of the Narnia series written by C.S. Lewis
One day I will be
A broken house
My paint faided to gray
My roof shedding shingles
Dr withered grass
Will grow in my yard
My fence will fall down
And I will no loner have a garden
But in my glassless windows
As the wind blows through
I will finally be able to see the stars
Plastic and shells
Wrappers and kelp
Treasure and trash
Coke cans
And driftwood
Twistee ties and polished stones
Waves recede
High tide of humanity
Oh Ants
Your tiny shiny black boies are
Economical
Beautiful
You teach us industry and remind us
Of the necessity for patience and slow
Work over time.
You remind us to work as a team
And not be afraid to carry burdens
We think are too big for us
you remind us to look beneath the surface
and see that under a neat organized garden may lie
a web of your tunnels and cities
I would like to commune with you and receive
your messages of deep wisdom,
which surely must come
directly from the Earth Mother!
I would like to listen intensely for many hours and hear if you have a deep shamanic message for me
I would like to write a profound chant calling out your many names
But you are all over my sink
And I gotta spray!
Who am I?
I like bridges and acorns
And marshmallow fluff
I wish I could dance in the buff
My mother once told me
To save all my money
And I once tried killer bee honey
I like kosher dill pickles and pumpkin ice cream
And I laugh out loud when I dream!
When I look at a tree
I sometimes imagine a face.
See the Green Man looking at me
with his leaf-beard.
Would a tree see
trunks and branches if he looked at ME?
I’m allergic to war
I break out in song, dance, art and poetry
Poetry breaks the rules,
crosses the line
Poetry lies down in the dirt refusing to move,
has to be dragged away by burly armed guards
Poetry holds hand and blocks the road so the tanks can’t get through.
Poetry shoves flowers into gun barrels,
plants corn next to missile silos,
Scatters sunflower seeds in the property of weapons manufacturers
Poetry makes a list of the names of children killed in war and hands it to the police,
decorates its face with ashes of soot
Poetry dances a spiral dance in front of the White House callng on the goddess Kali
Poery breaks the rules. Poetry has a lot of warrants out,
Poetry refuses to pay its fine. Poetry refuses to give its true name to the booking
officer poetry sings in jail poetry has a long long long record
Poetry breaks the rules.
Autumn sun let me slowdance with you
Just a while longer
I want to embrace
you
In orange
Me in gray
For I’m not at all ready
I’m SO not ready
To go away
On my way to stillness
I picke up a hitchhiker
Who kept chattering on
“you gotta stop at the mall
Check out this website”
And I couldn’t hear myself think
ON m way to stillness I picked up a hitchhiker who kept chattering on
“you gotta have this book this DVD this iPOD. Take this new online course. It’s about spirituality”
And I couldn’t hear myself feel
On my way to still ness I picked up a hitchhiker who kept chattering on
“you gotta declutter. Practice voluntary simplicity.
Reduce, reuse recycle. Do this. Do this do this”
And I couldn’t hear myself be.
So I stopped the car
and the hitchhiker and me
we just sat
and just sat
and just sat
peace is a bed with sheets
a drink of water
a hug
a red woolen sweather
peace is a bottle in the recycle bin
a can of beans in the food drive box
a sandbag on a levee
a shipment of needed vaccine
a fields of seeds waiting to be wheat
heat, light again in a home after a blackout
peace is a “security wall” torn down
a handshake across the barricades
a phone call “I am sorry”
a blood donation
a red cardboard heart made by a kindergartner
a walk together in the desert
a tent in an encampment
voices chanting together “yes we can!”
one voice whispering silently “yes I WILL’
and peace is a red woolen sweater
The box I fit into
Holds poetry and pottery
Silent worship and sacred books
And science and the
Silenced songs of the wise women.
The box I fit into is not a box but a
Basket woven of trees
A rug braided of the Trinity:
Mother maiden crone
The box I fit into is not a box
But a scallop shell
Spangled with sand
Sculpted from
Sea
Holding salt water
And when I hold it I hear
The waves and the wind
The box I fit into has no lid
But is open to the sky and the sun
I will paint it with glitter
I will never fill it up
.
At the end of my street there’s a hill
Where seven year olds roll and turn the world on
Its side
At the end of my street there’s a park
With a swing where five year olds can
Touch the sky
AT the end of my street there’s a bush
Where six year olds crawl inside
And see fairies
And who said there’s no such thing as magic?
The door can open
But slam shut
So suddenly
Slam shut
So hard
So live your life in
The ins and outs
In the shallow breaths
And yes you will dance
Your short dance
Between the falling leaves
This is the truth:
You can keep your pennies in a jar
Clip coupons until your fingers and eyes are sore
Work the treadmill every day
Drive the speed limit take your calcium
And pay the bills on time.
But one day while you are flossing your teeth
(the correct way)
You will look in the mirror and see
An indigo hummingbird who will sing
Out your true name
Trees: you don’t die a natural death
You just keep growing taller and wider
Do we chop you down out of envy?
When I write I am a writer
When I stand I am a tree
When I paint I am a flower
When I sing I am a bee
When you dance you are a dancer
When you play you are a child
When you run you are a rabbit
When you jump you are a bird
When Goddess laughs , She is the thunder
When she moves, she is the wind
When she pauses,
She is silence
When she acts, she is the dance
When we heal, we are Her healers
When we give, we are Her rain
When we touch, we are Her music:
And when we love……
We are Her hands
I come from a place
Where the ground sometimes shakes
We would nail wooden bars on shelves
to keep glass jars from
falling and breaking,
make sure we never stacked top-heavy.
I left California:
I now stack my dreams up high
and live my life without guardrails
Eclipse
Dark Moon
Winter Solstice
Night
In Her Shadow
Her light withdraws
So we can find
So we can make
So we can
see our own
Escaping normal needs no permission:
Just snip the cable ties
That bind your wrists
Sprinkle purple glitter in your hair
Fill your pockets with rose quartz and amethyst
Stand on the corner and wait
for the elves to appear
Life is a path
slipper cold dark
we move forward
only
holding onto each other
We are two different strands
I, soft wool
You slick, thin twine
We are braided,
together and tight
Joy is not planned:
Joy slides down your throat
Without warning
Like sweet rich dark hot chocolate
Joy is a chocolate truffle
so dark so soft so dense
uninvited: making music inside your mouth
When it’s been one of those days
And it’s the hour before dawn
Your dreams will shake you awake
And hand you a fairy wand
Just know that if you take it
All your wishes will come true
But first you must dance with the shadows
And turn into something new
She wanted to flow like honey
She wanted to buzz like a bee
She wanted to dive like a dolphin
She wanted to leap like a leopard
She wanted to soar like a swallow
She wanted to sway like a tree
And it had come to that –
That it was time to put on her red hat
Everything I need to know I learned from trees
Be flexible bend with the breeze
Sink
Your roots deeply:
Drink
Reach
Branches
High
Accept gifts of air and slight
From sun and sky
Be patient: you will grow
And in the autumn let go
She holds a box. Does she open it?
She shakes it. It rattles. That was all she needed to know. She puts it down and walks away
She looks at it. It is glowing. She opens it. The glow vanishes.
She looks at it. It looks and feels delicate. She drops it. It breaks.
She puts it up in a closet and forgets she ever had it.
She looks at it. She touches it. She doesn’t need it. She throws it in a trash can
She holds it. It is heavy, too heavy to carry. She puts it down but looks at it for a long long time.
She sits, writes a poem about it, never opens it, but she hugs it occasionally.
She never opens it but gives it as a gift to a friend. The friend thanks her. She always wonders.
She takes it home, sleeps with it beside her. Eventually she opens it.Inside is a glitter which she sprinkles in her garden
She opens it. Inside is a powder: the dust of the bones of her ancestors. The ashes blow aaway and are gone forever. she laughs and laughs and laughs.
One: Misty rain with a rainbow
Two: Icy rain that knocks on your window
Three: Drenching rain flooding the storm drains
Four: Wind driven cold rain
Five: Steamy summer rain
Six: Rain after a long hot drought
Seven: Rain that melts winter snow
Eight: A spring sun shower
Nine: Relentless rain not letting up for days
Ten: The salty tears of grief, shed all alone
Screen door
On one side
A praying mantis
On the other
A preying Siamese
Love mushrooms
popping up suddenly
and in the night
Onion
Air
Vapor
Gusting
Floating high
Reeling
Soaring
Sailing:
Fly!
Blowing flowing
Feather:
Where?
Dashing
Crashing
Landing
Dare!
Julia Butterfly
I sold my clothes
My bed
My books
And dreamed to
Drive from sea to sea
But from the car
Ran to the woods
I saw the ruins
But found
My Tree
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