Spinning from the silk of our stories


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They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

(Mexican proverb)

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We’ve grown tired of being pinched

by small rusting tacks

holding tight

meant to toughen our skin.

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Plastered like Reels

rapidly scrolling

plastered to eyeballs

stuck in our ears

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Listen, you old schemers

We’re not looking for saviors

nor suckling your messengers

pedaling the news

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We seek grounding instead

in the wild fecund darkness

deeply cocooned

in our memories unbound

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Listening to choirs

of Winged Ones spinning

from the silk

of our stories now loosened

and taking flight from the sound.

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“To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings”     ….. Wendell Berry

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Painting © by Jana White

Instagram @ Jana_H_White

Winter Solstice

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Ouroboros

The moon shivers silver and stirs

As the branches of Life’s Tree, kiln dried,

Spark and Ignite in the cauldron of a Dragon’s exhale

As still holding the Center

The Dragon pauses before its first next Breath before Flight

As the Vesica Pisces, resonating through eons

with the Triangle of Light’s Blessing,

In quantum symmetry smiles

And Mycelium dance in prayerful delight!

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” There are two ways of sustaining something. It may either be carried, or enfolded by creating an unbroken circle round it to prevent its falling apart.”

The Penguin Dictionary of Symbols 1996 addition… by Jean Chevalier and Alain Gheerbrant under the category “Serpent”.

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(Adieu to the Chinese “Year of the Wood Snake”)

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I was a child with dreams of becoming

Now that I am older

The same dreams of being hold

Like a snake shedding it’s skin

While spitting out it’s swallowed tail

Returning and turning

Always the same

In all ways transformed

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Happy Solstice!

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Painting and poems © Jana White

Instagram @ Jana_h_White

After the fire

fire dreaming 2Fire dreaming . June 2013

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Imagining sparks from earth’s stones

I envisioned the extension

of light

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Coalescing with heat

I opened like a flower

once again

to the erogenous

seduction of words

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After the fire

the waiting

seeds

are poised

as I gaze into the unknown

placing my trust

in the river

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Light

shadowing all poets

looking for voice

Outdistancing condensations of time

Treading lightly upon soiled shores

Eroding titled consensus

Unifying mismatched ethos

Upending obscurity

Surprising bare feet

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Photo credit: http://www.unidivers.fr/centre-pompidou-danser-sa-vie-2311-204-2012/