Until Love is Mainstream

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If Katsushika Hokusai can draw and create a wave over and over for 30 years, then I think I can keep working on my I am brook poem for the rest of my life. It is unlikely it would ever have value to anyone other than me. That is perfect.

I am brook, simple and small,
part of the cycle,
returning to sea.

I am love.

I collect, I gather,
for the return.
Even a great wave
starts small.
Drops fall through the canopy and
gather in the brook.
No one needs to wander out
and look
where it starts
drops gather.
the water is clear.

The momentum picks up.
Rocks split the stream.
The brook gathers them back.
They move on bubbling,
carrying the leaves,
rolling the stones.

Always moving,
building, gathering.
She is in her prime when
others worry, when the
rain is harsh and the
winds blow.

Her purpose,
she bubbles, she darts.
Making new paths required
to stay on task.
She widens, zigzags.
Working angles
and pitches

Whatever it takes to
speed up the process to
honor the system.
Without anyone’s attention
she gathers, she grows.
She lives with meaning,
no one knows.

Tree of Life

 Conspire practice with words and images, 11/4/18

Conspire practice with words and images, 11/4/18

Today in Conspire class we practiced by choosing words and images reflecting on peace and comfort. Here is the poem that came from my practice.

Tree of Life

The woods is my home
because the trees know me.
People don’t.
Layers live between us.

Even through the fog,
the bark, the limbs, and the leaves
know me.

The air we share
is pure and free
from who I was and
who I want to be.

When I cannot stand
to live another day
misunderstood,

I have to flee,
to a wood of trees
and sit and commune with
one who knows me.

Only then, am I
truly free.

I am a writer of sparks

 smoke and ash - digitally enhanced morning pages in acrylic BSP 11/4/18

smoke and ash - digitally enhanced morning pages in acrylic BSP 11/4/18

I am writer of sparks, grace, love, connection, hope, resilience, inspiration.

If you read the language of my heart, you find devastation, despair, depression, disappointment, disgust, disapproval, disbelief,

detangling, dismissing, disempowering
setting on fire and burning
diminishing to ash by

sparks of grace
sparks of love
sparks of connection
sparks of hope
sparks of resilience
sparks of inspiration

an overwhelming bonfire of love, light, and unity

hidden in an atmosphere of smoke and ash.

(a quick write from a training yesterday with WITS. I am a writer of….. If you read the language of my heart…..)