Inspirations: Poetry

The Last Rose

     The last rose relinquishes its tender pink light, Her sweetness over-come by first frost, The haphazard blow ending paradise, Life strewn carelessly upon the earth. Fall is too twisty, too full of defeat for pink…anything. We are devil-clad in reds and burning orange Colors that shimmer under early night shadow, Days of vibrant death. Hard for soft summer bodies not to sigh, Still dressed for night’s of sumptuous heat. Regret pulls us toward early-lit windows To unpack the eiderdown, covering rose-bud sheets.

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La Langueur

Last week’s Breath was for singing out, FaSoLa style-strong and sure.  This week is for speaking bad French and slouching. La Langueur Summer is for speaking French When long syllables sweetly pull and push The warm taffy of succulent sound  Pouting around soft lips, Word-bits to be kissed off. Even bad French is good French in July. Slouched against a green door jamb, With half-closed eyes you say only, “Oui,” An aperitif to hand Flowers trailing from your hair. Only in warm, liquid langueur are we this sexy Redolente, epanui, réussi. Doing nothing….absolutment rien, L’ agente provocante Of remarkable nonchalance.         Astrological Energies July energies continue shape-shifting our points of view. We are turning inward in order to find a better way out into the world- as more fully realized humans. 
Mercury continues retrograde, (along with Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto) so repeat, and triple check the important stuff.  Confusion, mis-interpretation, and accidents are ours for the asking. When you can, pull back, take time out, be French. When Mercury goes direct, August 8, we shall again take up the flag of revolutionary activity in pursuit of meaningful change. (Symbolized by the extreme forces of Pluto and Uranus squaring off.  Their energy is fading a bit but still active.)   Yoga Toolbox for Transformation-  What we do on the mat changes the river of our daily life. If you possibly can, lie on your mat, under a tree, and wrap your lips around a few succulent French words, along with a peach, and then hope you are kissed…perhaps by Spirit, if not your dog. Remember summer is Pitta Dosha, check the website info under Ayurvedic to review all things of Pitta pertinence.  Essentially, use the Retrograde Mercury to pull back and float, don’t push forward now.  Keep a quiet Practice… Read more »

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The Invitation

  White curtains lift, blowing inward The invitation delivered on air redolent Of heavy-headed roses, peach, and cut grass. Rude, and more, to refuse.   Walking barefoot up the hill to the high orchard  Clippers, and the old woven basket to hand With Great-Cat as guide, Every accouterment of heaven- mine.   Under branches drooping in succulence Life fills in peach-ness, Fuzzy skins of dusty heat wrap them in their happiness. And me in my ripe, luscious moment .             Astrology Notes Crossing the Uranus/Pluto threshold, observe everything that happens with attention, for what is not working within us and within society is going to be swept away. Can you feel your electro-magetic field quivering?  Indeed.  Other shifts bringing change are:  Saturn and Venus ending their retrogrades this week, and because Venus is aspect to Uranus and Pluto,it  increases opportunity for transformative consciousness.  Saturn in Libra has been re-constructing our relationships, and All relationships, especially those  that are important to us need looking after. We finally move forward with new information and new boundaries to our relationships.  Neptune, the sea-god all things mysterious, connective, and creative, brings opportunity for deception and yes, more confusion. What is happening at this time may not be immediately obvious, or clear. “It is the best of times, it is the worst of times.”  “These are days of miracle and wonder.”  Time to move on, to keep the faith, to hold hands, and  visualize what the heart dictates.   We shall muddle through to be better than we ever thought possible. Yoga toolbox for transformation Pranayama– What happens to the body when we are frightened?  We stop breathing.  Connecting to specific breath patterns brings us back on track, and when we can combine breathing with positive thoughts & images, it takes us to… Read more »

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Memorial Garden

  SPRING EVENINGS ONCE HELD COOL PATIENCE AND DARK REDEMPTION OVER THE DAY’S DUST NOW, CLOUDS RUSH THE MOON SPEED-STREAKING HER LIGHT.  IN THE MORNING JUNE ROSES PUSH MAY ASIDE AND GOLDEN IRIS OF LUSCIOUS HONEYED-PETALS UNFURL TO DISINTEGRATE IN THE RAIN. WILL PAPPER-RED POPPIES COME AND GO BEFORE APPLAUSE? KA BLAM!    THE ALPHA AND OMEGA OF A LIFE GONE BUDS SURRENDERING TO BLOOM FASTER THAN THEIR SHELF-LIFE. WHAT ONCE HELD BREATHLESS IN BEWILDERING BEAUTY BOWS UNDER WINDS OF CHANGE NO SUSPENDED GLORIOUS EXPECTATION NO HESITATION NO MERCY.   THE MOON MOVES ON HER LIGHT NOW RISING GIBBOUS  ANXIOUS AND OVER- REACHING FALLING ON THE GARDNER LYING ON THE GRASS BLOOMS CLASPED TO HER CHEST.    

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Full Moon At Dusk

Her imponderable weight rises Caught by skeletal spring branches Of the neighbor’s pear tree,  Momentarily enmeshed In tiny nets of unfurled bud. She hangs- dropping gold. Lighter, she lifts silvery Full-orbed, pendulous Breasts and belly wrapped In sheets of silent silk. Her honeyed sheen dazzling The night sky  Blazing a trail for other galaxies. Resplendent, radiant, rutilant, Equal consort to the Sun. She surrenders herself to earth Gathering the lost. Her turning reaches dark corners, Shadowed lives of the un-forgiven Now carry her light.     *NB  Note that this Saturday’s single class at 8:30 AM will shake and bake under the Full Moon -with ritual, dance, howling and chocolate. A time to welcome spring in all her manifestations and celebrations.   Planetary Energies You are howling-aren’t you?  Full Moon rising as I write.  Remember, they often complete un-finished business by bringing to light a new understanding of un-answered questions. I remind you that this is a Super Full Moon, packing a larger punch for the earth, for all things watery, such as tides, and bodies.   The dynamic bickering and mishaps of the past two weeks, many having to do with relationship, will grow clearer.  The Moon-Sun face off in Libra-Aires is about the other in relation to self.  Have you noticed lately the high emotional content of many contacts? Now we can perceive subconscious energies we’ve been dealing with, usually, old family patterns.  Time for setting new boundaries, along with greater forgiveness-usually for self, if not others. Reminders that this spring is especially spicy, with fundamental changes demanded of all of us.  We are re-looking at-  ‘what must I do to build a better mouse trap?’  Help arrived with Mercury going direct on the 4th, but Pluto retrogrades Tues. 10th.  Mars remains ‘backward’ until the 14,th soooo, continue paying… Read more »

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Serene As A Fish

Being vacuous is the new luxury. Vacuous defined as, ‘empty, void, vacant.’  The modern inference is, lacking intelligence.  But the truly vacuous state may be the most intelligent after all.  When we are empty – are we not available for filling? When was the last time there was space to not do-YOU? When was it you were not multi-tasking, not be planning your next move in the middle of the present one?  Can you pull up one vacuous-memory? When did you feel a new, unexpected possibility present itself because you had a wide space of nothingness?  Can you feel the gift of silence as it hushed your landscape?  More please. I used to swim, lost in oceans Seeking other wild, gentle things, With large eyes on either side That lived within. They were from other worlds Filling me with delight. Now, I am never lost And no one visits. Pose & Seasonal Energies Asana: Matsyasana-Fish Pose  If you have a dicey neck, the full pose is not for you,  begin with Fish prep.   Lie on your back, either with knees bent- feet on the floor, or legs strongly extended. Inhale, lifting hips off  floor,  sliding  palms under buttocks. With buttocks on back of the hands, pull forearms and elbows up close to ribs. Inhale, pressing forearms and elbows against floor, lift torso and head up.  With a dicey neck, keep head off floor.  Open the chest to the sky and breath. For the full pose, crown or back of head is on floor, hands come into Namaste mudra on chest, or can be extended overhead.  Keep legs strong and chest lifted to minimize weight on head.  Lengthen neck, don’t crunch it. If the back is strong, lift legs at 45 degree angle. Health Notes: This is a wonderful chest… Read more »

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Last Breath

Posting the last Breathe of 2014, waving farewell to 12 months of living, leaning back before plunging in, time to ask, “What have I learned?  What was the cost in life-energy?  Was it energy well spent?” Dealing with these twisty times takes its toll. It teaches and refines our vocabulary.  It offers un-expected solace, redemption, and gifts, along with the hard-scrabble lessons and loss.  It is all about balance, the act of mitigating and refining the actions and point of view between: ambition and disappointment; memory and beginnings; rest and willfulness; honesty and charm; despair and anger; solitude and friendship;  vulnerability and strength…to name a few. Before we can balance, we must see.  We must be able to perceive without judgment exactly what is. If we see every wounding as a fatal flaw from which we cannot escape, then we cannot.  We remain twisted, unable to straighten up and fly right.  Our lives take place as our viewpoint dictates.  Unfortunately, most of this view is buried deep within unconscious waters. It may be that some of the great work of the New Year is to clear away old POV’s.  Releasing our contortions requires the gristle of honest appraisal, a dedicated daily bone-stacking of step by step forgiveness, and a robust heart for self-acceptance.  Without these practices, despair immobilizes the body.  Life energy is spent. Once we perceive the tortured twists and cracks, light enters.  Leonard Cohen got that right!   There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.  

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Winter Solstice

On this Solstice night, Declaring winter, The year’s closing sigh relents By-gone months of Broken selves strewn Untidily in cobwebbed corners, Dreams shrugged From shoulders bowed in Disappointment and desiccated hope. Effort and agony-the excellent products. On this longest, darkest night Let us sit silent in review Lest we miss angelic, “Hurrah” For failure and forgiveness For losing all-Yet Rising one by one again To be the light This darkness calls.

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