Blessing

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble
May the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets into you
May a flock of colors
indigo,red,green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so
May a slow wind
work these words of Love
around you
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

                                   John O' Donohue

Could there be more
to this life we call "mine"?
than a journey through space
or a storyline
more to life
than the body can sense
than the mind can conclude
through experience
Does who we are
begin with breath
depend on form
or end with death?
Strip away these roles these names
and tell me what remains.......
who you really are
who you really are.

We measure success
by the things we accrue
or the bonds we form
or the deeds we do
but these too shall pass
as hard as we try
to hold onto form
form will die
but inherent in this
dance of form
is the chance to see
what's yet unborn
and the choice to throw
this chance away
and be caught up in the play
of who we think we are
who we think we are.

this is your lifetime
it could end at anytime
where is your attention
where is your prayer
where is your song?

in a fortunate life
comes a call to be free
from the cycles of bondage
and misidentity
to wake from the dream
and finally realize
the truth of ones being
before the body dies
so before this final scene is past
see the screen
on which it's cast
see what's seeing
this me and you
and then you will see who
who you really are
who you really are.
Kirtana (from "This embrace")

Great Mama
she cry out
givin birth
each bead of sweat she fling
become a galaxy
hurlin like crazy
through space.....

Great Mama
she take one mighty deep breath
her child baby universe
come spinnin out
hot gasses flyin.........
Little drop her precious blood
this baby earth cry
Feed Me!

Simmer down child
simmer down
Cool water
You be fine......
you my darlin precious
I make you somethin special
I make you peach trees
give you bees
hummin an makin honey
Dress you up so fine
green velvet
blue silk
white lace
smell you lilacs and cedar
wrap you up in clouds
so soft and white
trimmed with gold.........
See here?
I put a moon right here
so you don't fear the nighttime
hush child
listen.......
humpback whales
they singin.

                            Peggy Sue McRae

It's 3:23 in the morning
and I'm awake
because my great great grandchildren
won't let me sleep
my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
what did you do when the earth was unraveling?

Surely you did something
when the seasons started failing?

as the mammals, reptiles, and birds were all dying?

Did you fill the streets with protest
when democracy was stolen?

what did you do
once
you
knew?

I'm riding home on the Colma train
I've got the voice of the Milky way
In my dreams

I have teams of scientists
feeding me data daily
and pleading I immediately
turn it into poetry

I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech

I am the desirous earth
equidistant to the underworld
and the flesh of the stars

I am everything already lost

the moment the universe turns transparent
and all the light shoots through the cosmos

I use words to instigate Silence

I'm a hieroglyphic stairway
In a buried Mayan city
suddenly exposed by a hurricane

a satelite circling earth
finding dinosaur bones
in the Gobi desert
I am telescopes that see back in time

I am the precession of the equinoxes
the magnetism of the spiraling sea

I'm riding home on the Colma train
with the voice of the Milky way in my dreams

I am myths where violets blossom from blood
like dying and rising gods

I'm the boundary of time
soul encountering soul
and tongues of fire

it's 3:23 in the morning
and I can't sleep
because my great great grandchildren
ask me in my dreams
what did you do while the earth was unraveling?

I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech.

                                              Drew Dellinger

1. My mama taught me to appreciate a job well done: "If your going to kill each other do it outside, I just finished cleaning".
2. My mama taught me religion: "You'd better pray that comes out of the carpet".
3. My mama taught me about time travel: "If you don't straighten up..... I'm gonna knock you into the middle of next week "!
4. My mama taught me logic: "Because I said so that's why".
5. My mama taught me more logic : "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, don't come cryin to me".
6. My mama taught me foresight: "Wear clean underwear, in case your'e in an accident"
7. My mama taught me to be a very direct communicator: "Don't go all around your knee to scratch your elbow:.
8. My mama taught me irony: Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about".
9. My mama taught me about the science of osmosis: "Shut your mouth and eat your supper".
10. My mother taught me about stamina: "You'll sit right there until all that canned spinach is gone".
11. My mama taught me to prefer dinner food for breakfast ; "If you don't eat your dinner you will get it for breakfast".
12. My mama taught me about weather : "This room looks like a tornado hit".
13. My mama taught me about recieving : "You are gonna get it when we get home "!
14. My mama taught me humor : "When that lawnmower cuts off your toes.....don't come running to me".
15. My mama taught me about genetics: "You are just like your father".
16. My mama taught me wisdom :When you get to be my age you will understand".
17. My mama taught me about catch twenty two situations: "If it aint spiders....it's snakes".
18. My mama taught me about prophesy: One day you'll have kids, and they will drive you as crazy as you have driven me."

Here is a link to my latest co-creation - “The Tree Whispered” movie based on the book that I have written........May it bless your heart if you take a moment to watch it.........Blessings Be........enjoy !

Wisdom is
sweeter than honey
brings more Joy
than wine
illumines
more than the sun
is more precious than jewels.
She causes
the ears to hear
and the heart to comprehend.
I love her
like a mother,
and she embraces me
 as her own child.
I will follow her footprints
and she will not
cast me away.
I fell
because of wisdom
but was not destroyed
through her I dived
into the great sea
and in those depths
I seized
a wealth bestowing pearl.
I descended
like the great iron anchor
men use to steady their ships
in the night on rough seas
and holding up the bright lamp
that I there  received
I climbed the rope
to the boat of understanding.
While in the dark sea
I slept,
and not overwhelmed there
dreamt: a star
blazed in my womb.
I marveled
at that light
and grasped it,
and brought it up to the sun
I laid hold upon it
and will not let it go.
                                              Makeda, Queen of Sheba

Since it is memorial day weekend I am remembering those who are dear to me who have gone onward to another place............
My grandfather was "papa" he was everything funny and kind and delightful and clever all rolled into one person..........we adored  one another.... and still do...... as I feel he is always with me........my greatest delight was to see my papa smile and I did everything in my power to make sure that happened as often as possible and he did the same for me.
My grandfathers last words were "I feel like I am floating on a white cloud"...........I did not cry when he died.....I was just engulfed with this feeling of peace........papa was my father figure........so men in my life have had alot to live up to.
...............
My grandmother was a master at everything she placed her attention upon.
A tall amazon like woman.....from a long line of amazon women (I am called  the runt of the litter in my lineage)
She was a master gardener.....and seamstress and cook......she knew about herbs and natural cures and botany as well as all about many other things......she was a virtual walking talking encyclopedia...... She was also clairvoiyant.....and when she was going to pass she knew weeks ahead of time.......she flew for the first time in her life across the country to see me before she went because she wanted to see me and give me a ring which was special to her.
I did not want to even imagine life on earth without her here so I would not believe her when she told me she was going to go....I guess I was in denial.......she kept asking me what else she had that I wanted because she wanted toI put that in the will and I would answer that she was not going anywhere........but if she did .......I  wanted to inherit her sense of mastery, her sense of humor,(wry and dry) and her green thumb.....I wanted all those things squared...............
sure enough she woke up on Easter morning 1985 after seeing me in Feb. and fell back asleep again for good..........sure enough I got her green thumb squared, my sense of humor improved significantly............and it appears I also have her sense of mastery..............
that is because I do what I am good at doing and do not do what I am not good at doing............and there is a certain wisdom in that.
I would like to publically acknowlege here that my grandparents were the most important people in my life and they were two of the greatest people I have ever met on earth. I am so thankful that I was graced to expereince them in my life. I always told them so.........but I wish I could tell them even more and show them................what a lucky duck I am to have expereinced them and their tender yet powerful, unwavering, unconditional love of me.

This is a marvelous TED talk - enjoy the amazing story Jill B Taylor

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/229

It was snowing
bullets of ice
I could smell
the maple syrup
as I pulled
up
the driveway......
There was some lost
red headed
woodpecker
cracking open
some bug holes
To get a frozen
larvae lunch
he was
like the grasshopper
and forgot to fly south.....
did you know
they have a special joint
so they don't get
headaches?

When I walked
into the livingroom
my boots dripping
wet in
the mud room
I spied the
most beautiful vase
filled with
the most mystical
green roses
I ever saw.....
They smelled
Just like
St. Patricks day.

How does St. Patricks day smell?
to marchers
in the parades
in Boston
it smells like beer......
But to me
St. Patricks day
is remininiscent
of green, marshmallow
shamrocks.

I kissed
one of the roses
I just couldn't help myself
I wanted to eat one too
But reminded myself
that it may spoil my appetite
and since we were gonna have some smee gees
for dinner
I did not want to fill myself up
on some fantasy......

Quietly I awaited
the rest of the guests
To pass the time
I propped my feet
up on the table
and stared with loving eyes
at the lovely green magical roses
Thinking of you
and how you make magic
out of the ordinary
because you notice
it isn't.