I can finally begin to write about real love and its many facets in my life. These are personal and holy to me.
I begin with looping back to that first human contact with love, the far-flung heartache of being put up for adoption, the heartbreaking joy in being found, and how I now examine ways I have not known how to truly love.
the jpg is a painting I have done that belongs in the collection "Women of the Pots - Drum Song" and perhaps these visions I get of women with pots began because I was going to have to learn to fill them a new way, to hold what is poured in, and make something more useful of myself. First it was just women with pots, then women dancing with pots, then the collection women of pots with drums... apropos
This list will hold a sacred journey I have not written about yet, in this way, from this perspective of return to source.
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Half-fired Pot How hard my hand-over-hand combat was60 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 27 9:00 AM 2007. In Love
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I am grateful for this voluminous cape of night
so you do not see how far away my eyes gaze46 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 26 6:08 PM 2007. In Love
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I no longer love you I love the very loss of you44 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 22 4:38 PM 2007
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It dances along the edge of the hallway
like that light we reach to at death;44 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 23 6:51 PM 2007. In Love -
her caftan spread
like a kingfisher’s wing26 lines, 11 comments, on Jun 7 9:22 AM 2006. In Spiritual -
Ah, this is beautiful, your face.31 lines, 8 comments, on Aug 11 7:50 PM 2006. In Love
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Bitter dawns were sweetened by the comfort of fine foam.
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Whisper
in the ears of my daughters,
about how to walk -
crossing in the shroud of night
to tear a hole in the perpetual gauze
between heaven and here28 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 10 2:00 PM 2007. In Love
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Such helplessness
in desperate reach20 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 28 8:01 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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She stands in lofty fullness
and sun-round seep of forgiveness24 lines, 14 comments, on Dec 5 8:39 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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You are bright-eyed member of fluttering choir
testing a scale of notes traces in breath-kept cold19 lines, 10 comments, on Dec 7 9:12 AM 2007. In Personal -
I am cocooned in winter’s wrap
pinned on by stars -
Stop your simple dark stutter
and come, carefully,34 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 8 11:50 AM 2007
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Who would trade heaven for snows in Alaska,31 lines, 14 comments, on Feb 9 8:03 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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He was forged out of pioneering stock,
walked Belly River rough-sticked paths -
A child will drive its legs until it can reach its mother,
no matter fall of edge nor heat it will attain it’s milky goal.33 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 12 9:58 AM 2007. In Life
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My view is pearl-pale that sings in my bones for voice I can not have but reflects subtle light22 lines, 6 comments, on Dec 4 7:08 PM 2007. In Society
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My ears are not attuned to saving grace
No, like most,43 lines, 9 comments, on Dec 17 5:08 PM 2007. In Spiritual
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These are holy days, dear heart,
when family needs to draw30 lines, 8 comments, on Dec 18 12:38 PM 2007. In Sad
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He who made light and pulsing rhythms: particles
aching to implode or explode;29 lines, 10 comments, on Dec 22 7:32 AM 2007. In Personal
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One could measure he breaths by hook of thread,
pulled through,33 lines, 15 comments, on Dec 26 3:40 PM 2007. In Memories
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I.
Dancing in water, up to my ankles,35 lines, 6 comments, on Dec 30 10:13 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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Sulphur and violet skies;
soiled old world unable to be rained clean, -
Out in far flung snow is a voice
pulsing from beneath the earth to answer36 lines, 14 comments, on Jan 1 3:03 PM. In Nature
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I know the sound of quiet braided
in fine hair rising to scent of pine39 lines, 16 comments, on Jan 3 3:30 PM. In Spiritual
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What makes this so important is that he was,
perhaps still is, a good man, once17 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 8 4:07 PM. In Sad
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These white wings doubled over
in wretch to reach particular sea of trees16 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 12 7:58 PM. In Spiritual
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It takes surrender of clay to beak of bird that whispers
beyond skyful whistles big and blue about gray mass taking shape22 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 13 10:45 AM. In Spiritual
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name
whispered on lapping waves24 lines, 9 comments, on Apr 30 9:41 AM. In Longing
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a moment captured
a heart held23 lines, 7 comments, on May 27 7:41 AM. In Memories
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The closest thing to the moon
is your embrace19 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 11 1:22 PM. In Society
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if stars would not wear me, I would don them
rope my hair in colors of a rainbow26 lines, 15 comments, on Jun 14 6:42 PM. In Society
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eyes saturated with prayer,
a sudden stumble to one’s knees -
In the dusk a woman calls to me;
that one knitting stories,24 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 17 11:48 AM. In Spiritual -
in the secret language
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