Blink
July 15, 2013 By Jana H White in Poetry Tags: being human, Chaos, Creativity, Insight, Light, Love, Nature, Perception, Quantum physics, Spirit, Spiritual Practice, spirituality 12 Comments
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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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nothing and everything
arrives unexpected
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listen listen
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and I hear the rising of my own story
surfacing for protection
who am I then?
the sum of my parts
or who I am becoming?
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this aching is an intention
radiating in waves
the energy
a voluntary take over
I can feel it everywhere
my sex, my stomach, my bottom lip
inundated I feel I am sinking
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drenched in the running colors
I wade to shore
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the more I surrender
the more transparent I’m becoming
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sentient
I hear
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the earth is weeping
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I remember
arms and legs
working
everything into my mouth
pebbles dirt bees
I sang the earth
running rubber knees
kicking the sky swing
standing where the rain just……..stopped
laden fruit trees
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I was used to shining light in the dark
glasses in the sun
hiding blindness
running ahead
while looking back
I trip upon the truth
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now that I am on
the outside of the mountain
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I’m trusting
that
love knows
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The bees drone
“we are leaving … keep dancing into the deep
Make this last battle
one of love”
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Rufus Cappadocia/cello and Sheila Anozier/dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYWvaxU5OXk
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We are the salt of tears
the returning of the seasons
Bees collecting pollen from every flower
Butterflies rising at dawn
We all become the ocean
when it rains
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The moon is a pale sliver
of the bloody morning sky
I feel the wistful spirits peering
from behind its silver skirt
yearning for color giving themselves names
whispering to be heard
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please touch me Jesus
I need to know the surrender
of a compassionate man
before my proud body animal
births this new flesh
Amen
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“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
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Heart upended
sight suspended
shattering
light
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Migraine auras. They’d come in sequences of three days, lasting for about twenty minutes each time. Just the auras. Not the headaches. For the most part.
Crossing a bridge, the pungent smell of rosemary, walking away from the house…the triggers were identifiable.
It’s been a few years now since the perpetuating upheaval of estrangement. No more auras. They were a physicality of the moment.
The heart in the picture is new and looks like it comes from a teenage notebook. Most definitely.
I added the edges surrounding the heart, cut from an old sketch book where I’d drawn the auras.
Glued together
I look at this picture
as an old tattoo on my
perfectly elastic body
absorbing the sun in the salt spray.
Aye
I’m a sailor
in the sea of love.
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holding my toughened skin
to bone
to muscle
like pictures cut from a magazine
pinned to the wall
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I’ve given up looking for saviors,
no messengers with bright news.
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I see only inside
this heart
cocooned
deep
in the warm darkness
listening to the words spun
from the silk of the stories
we’ve given wings.
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