february

relief, goal obtained

effort somewhat arduous

breathe, for now it's done

good morning

the morning is pink

and the periwinkle sky

sparkles possiblities

dreams

dreams

where souls travel

on their way

out to sea

dream

I feel like writing a rhyme

it may end up being all about time

or maybe I'll ponder space

I've been wondering about that place

we go when we sleep

sometimes it feels so deep

maybe it's a journey

to a place not far away

but to a spot that's very near

and can hold more

than a little fear

winter's release

 

February

a shorter month

more intense

maybe

a time of change

shifting winds

until the springtime

takes the upper hand

choice

inaction does not exist

choose to act? choose to react?

we each must decide;

which is easier? we ask

it all depends on the frame

oaks' power

two oaks standing, reach

for the sky. reaching low, their

roots tap the earth and

 wisely ground the animals

who live to roam and protect

aging (viewed in the light)

like cherry blossoms

delicate, splendid, short-lived

giving way to fruit

nourishing richness, the seed

within, promises new life

symmetry and synchronicity

symmetry shows reflection

synchronicity

shows connection; both hold the

mystery and are held in

 our collective history

fear or trust?

feeling swept away

and carried by the current

only for a day

why resist and keep control?

honor trust, there is no fail

if effort prevails

and keeps life tied and trussed

with no surprises,

still there is no guarantee

the result would be more just

so when the mighty river swells,

I'll endeavor to let go,

enjoy the ride, and trust.

peace within

coming home

to that space inside

filled with love and never fear

always someone there to hear

hay siempre personna que oir

listening silently

to all that is dear

rainbow

prisms suspended

the sun's pure light divided

revealing depth

rain

what is the rain saying to me?

it whispers so softly

and moistens the dry

softly, like cotton

la lluvia

shapes

the earth, and her animals;

her plants and her rocks

raindrops and torrents

through treetops and forests

obstacles

for rain, do not exist

courageously, it does persist

until one day, the sun will shine

and rain will go until

it's time

Air Moves Us

Air moves us
Fire transforms us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
And the balance of the wheel
Goes round and round
And the balance of the wheel goes round.

- Cathleen Shell, Cybele, Moonsea, Prune
http://www.reclaimingquarterly.org/web/chants04/chants04.txt

seasonal pattern

rather than reasons

we have our four seasons

 

each with a different voice

 

born to hope

 

rains refresh

and bring growth

 

while harvest

brings us the "prize"

 

finally time comes

to rest a bit

 

we close our weary eyes

dimensions of experience

we notice space

we notice time

but when you look,

can't you see -

all that is and all that could be?

decide what you want

and then observe

signs will

show you what to note

follow your river

stay on your boat

and you will get

to where you're going

then when you arrive,

you will see

all will be

exactly

what you believe

wisdom

oh how I savor the unfolding knowing

which the years surely do bring

 

I can't understand it

the message was sent

but now we are turning towards spring

 

the rain keeps on falling

not really squalling

 

bringing on feeling

and subsequent healing

to our infinite world's own pain

weather

sun and rain

wind and fire

cancel the game

intensifier

 

life on earth

poetry and reason

faithfulness and treason

arbitrary seasons

all wrapped into

one

synchronicity

one night I understood

 

all that is,

is connected

 

because this theory

bends my mind,

I asked for signs

 

spacetime bent and complied

eyes

gazing through the glass

 the dark provides reflection

light shows us the truth

tanka on the mountain

at times the light dims

energy diffused, dispersed

shifting inertia

at the summit, feel the sun

recharge, shine; above the fog

bad dreams

There sometimes can be fear

when darkness swallows light

I promise to shine bright on you

when nighttime brings on fright

early spring

deep roots, baby leaves

tiny blossoms now appear

harvest foreshadowed

antennas

Nurtured by the earth

And inspired by the sky

The trees synthesize

knowing

I always know

just what I know

but how do I know?

I just know it,

you know.

healing

weakened

by a virus,

 rest is all he needs;

his body knows,

just what to do;

healing is automatic

Feb 1st & 2nd

the sun rises warm

burning fog from the landscape

i am radiant

*****

the first flowers bloom

yellow, to announce the spring

coming, in due time

the wheel, always in motion;

after resting, our earth shines

Shine

We can (and must) burn off our own fog.

imbolc

the first flowers bloom

yellow, to announce the spring

coming, in due time

the wheel, always in motion;

after resting, our earth shines