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heart shapes

2/24/2013

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heart shaped existence

kneeling down upon the sands
facing into the wind
gazing into the spaces between
the oceans and the stars
earth – air – water
i am fire

my white robes flickering
like eager newborn wings
bearing me up from inside
my form
circling higher above
endless sorrows
unencumbered

the smoke of my
assumption rising
into the formless
beyond need
forgiveness alone
remaining

ashes falling back into the sea


*  pb © 2013  *
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at home

2/16/2013

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Picture
we are the waifs of the prairie
in our ragged hand-me-downs
our feet red with the clay
that swirls round our ankles
and blows up gritty into our eyes

we watch in fear and fascination
as thunderheads build
like a new mountain in the west
as lightning splits the darkness
and shivers the pine trees yielding
to the torrent
coming, coming

a matronly plump angel
covered neck to knees
by her starched white apron
serves us stew in our tin cups
scoop, pour,
“Bless you, Child,”
she smiles generously on each
upraised and grimy face

we sit side by side,
in the church basement,
satisfied,
knowing why we stay



pb © 2013 


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Sophia's form

2/3/2013

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Picture
each letter in "Times" formation
black, crisp, sharp-edged
falling through the space
of the void
landed in disarray upon a formless shore
shifting, rearranging
now and then
in wordless meaningless content
hard as stone
of random shapes and sizes

thus they did remain until
the Advent of a small and naked child
whose eyes like pools of sky blue 
danced full with knowing
from ancient ones beyond the curtain
at her touch sharp edges softened and merged
against the comforting spines and whorls
of kindred shapes

the child formed all the letters
into playmates
trading places shifting spaces
one by one they rearranged themselves
into a bridge
arching from the warm sands of familiar shore
into distant fleecy clouds

the child with cloudless eyes
built a small fire upon the beach
and there she offered Words
she had been forming
to thank the Wisdom for returning
Now
across the bridge
embodying a Path through time and space
formless, silent,
spacious


  -  pb  © 3 february 2013  -

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