Ancient Wisdom

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      Knowing beyond knowing, Ancient wisdom insists its truth Suspending stars and the moon Kaleidoscope, color and insight     Emerging wisdom, the lens opens Spiritual aperture turns without help, Fractured limiting fan unfolds Urgent swirling, flow, colliding   Sliding, … Continued

Promises

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    The milkweed seed lifts and sails On parachute so finely spun Promising the monarch Another day       A simple dance Shimmering waxy leaves Limbs bowing to the great one Turtles sunning on outstretched limb   And … Continued

Hesitation

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If I am awake the party begins I see how the trees dance Sway and shimmy The water waves flows, curls, crests and splashes The shadows play On borrowed surfaces So why not I? The earth moves Birds sing The … Continued

Thirsty

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The clouds wept Water droplets Suspended from leaves Shimmer slightly Rainbow orbs Cling And roll Then drop Invisible in their shattered form Wetting the earth’s whistle   Janet E. Hartwick Sterk

Mystery

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I’m thinking about the un-see-able The magical, the mysterious The caress of speeding air That supports the wing in flight   The palpable energy in the look between two lovers The turn of the earth The exchange of water in … Continued

If I Pause…

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Festive Red Fringe on a Red leather Country Western Rockabilly jacket Of the Red Osier Dogwood Audacious and bold Standing smartly, forest’s fringe Red licorice delicacies for the deer Plenty to go around   They sprout from the flat straw … Continued

Gratitude

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Even for the empty spaces left behind Fading Memories endlessly tumbling in Like digging sand castle moats at the seashore Each child’s shovel full of sand, Creating a void Instantly filled by grains of sand, Time, life and space   … Continued

Sandhill Cranes

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Today I was reminded of the rusty bugle call of the Sandhill Crane as it methodically returned north in its spring migration. That unique raspy call has been heard on this earth for thousands of years, long before my language … Continued

The Robin

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So bold, picking, tossing leaves And sticks Intent, focused The earth is still mostly frozen And still she never tires Or gets bored     Working at it, Uncovering the Prize Or is that my story Imposed upon This beautiful red … Continued