Heavy Rains

Heavy rains are pouring down
The leaves let go of their trees
As Fall embraces the wet ground
A woven tapestry

Biker Week

Like buzzing bumble bees
“Biker Week” at OC
And I am caught
In the middle of the swarm

Catbirds

Inpatient catbirds
Demanding more seed
Unable to grasp
The promise of

“Later”

Pine cones

Pine cones scattered across the snow
By the wounded evergreen
In hopes of Spring Eternal
A continuation of her – offspring

She has received a “trim” of her needles
From Mother Nature
Unprovoked
Covering the melting snow
As if it were on purpose

Where once was crisp and white
Now dirty with OUR stuff
Among the fallen needles,
Pine cones – seeds forthcoming
We find hope

Awareness

A ball of clay
Lovingly scooped from
The Great Mother Earth
Formed into a perfect vessel
Divinity

Encased in a crust
By conditioning
By society’s norms
By their truths

A usable vessel
With years of great Blessings
With years of great use
Loving
Being Loved
Healing
Being Healed

Seen by herself
And others
As the outward appearance
As the titles she carries
Illusion

Empty and Filled
Over and over
Learning
Understanding
Grasping
What is her purpose?

Slowly she notices
The cracks in the surfaces
Is there reason to worry?
No, it’s just expansion
Evolving

Those dried and hardened pieces
Kilned into place so long ago
Begin to fall off
Sometimes it is painful
Sometimes it is terrifying
Sometimes it is wonderful
Always … it is healing
As the soft, supple clay begins to show up once more

She becomes aware
She becomes fluid
Able to move with the
Flow of any wind that comes her way

Aware of the tiniest bird
But not just the bird
His wing
His eye
His movement
His voice
His presence
His apparent awareness of me
His energy
Noticing our differences
Yet, realizing
We are the same
Purely because we exist
Part of the whole
Divinity
Awareness
Being