When Santa was a Woman
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For you, In Gratitude
When you simply let gratitude in,
just to sample, not to buy necessarily,
just a sip, swiftly savor its exotic taste,
take the measure of it, meditate briefly upon it...
AS ABOVE, SO BELOW 11-11-11-11 Say a little prayer for me
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DELUSIONAL
SOMEDAY I'M GONNA WRITE A POEM
ONE EMBROIDERED W/ LACE AND BARBED WIRE
ONE THAT GETS THE KNOWING NOD
GOOD AS A LEAD-IN OR AS A CLOSER
I'LL WRITE BY A FULL MOON'S LIGHT
AROUND MIDNIGHT
IN A ROCKER ON THE PORCH
ROCKING TO SPILL EXCESS ENERGY
WHEN I'M MERELY A TOOL
AS LINES WRITE THEMSELVES OUT
BEFORE I FORGET
SOMEDAY...
LINES SO GOOD THEY'LL BE IN 3D
WORTHY OF BEING TRAPPED IN AMBER
LIKE SHAKESPEARE... BUT NOT
SOMEDAY WHEN INTERNET GAMES DONT WASTE MY TIME
AND THE DOGS BEEN WALKED
THAT'LL BE THE DAY
SOMEDAY
someday
SOON
I have found sense and spirituality in many Native American traditions. One symbol that has helped me understand our life journey is the medicine wheel. "The medicine wheel represents the sacred circle of life, its four directions, and the elements of the earth".
I believe, like the earth we are all in a state of continuous change. As women we are born as infants in the east, we gracefully crawl to the south becoming maidens. As we mature we dance to the west to become adult women. Slowing on our journey to the north, with silvering hair and our bodies relisient with old age, we become elders. Then, smaller and bowed we journey back toward ts the east from where we came, performing our mystery of birth, life and life after death.
I believe my Mother alone orchestrated her very extended time here on earth which she filled to overflowing with energy and a spirit so powerful she touched each person she encountered in a singular and distinctive manner.
I know not the magic that come at the end of our time here on earth, for each of us has our own means of solace and understanding of life and it ending.
My magic will be, that although I'll miss my Mom, I will sense her presence, welcome those moments knowing that all is well with her spirit, she is at peace and where she needs to be, at last.