Tag: poetry
member name: Carolion Grailbear
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June 07, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
Today I am long grass
wearing the wind.
Today I am river
flowing the golden sunpoints of time.
Today I am hunger
rising from the river to the sun
catching the wind in my heart
aspiring . . .
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June 29, 2008 09:28 AM EDT --
I took the hand offered me by Love
and wandered the lonely path of union
with the Masks of God,
the heart on fire, burning itself to ash again and again,
the opera forest of universal embodiments . . .
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June 03, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
Out of the blue - well, actually, grey, and about to rain any minute -
Out of the grey, with no forewarning,
ZZZZZZAP! A lightning strike, right in the village downtown,
just as my car turns . . .
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October 11, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
I. Heart Coccoon
Building her own Jail;
Self-sentence: death-rebirthing -
Goal? Surrendered Heart.
II. Holy-of-Holies
Prison was, for her,
A time of . . .
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February 28, 2009 07:44 PM EST --
I seem to be having either a pole reversal or a bling blang.
At any rate the logic is escaping at a faster rate, probably due to a missing cap on my think tank.
Who would . . .
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June 25, 2008 10:52 PM EDT --
The INNER SPRINGS NEWS
Granny CG's Good News For Today:
Well, friends and neighbors, if you happened to be passing by my open kitchen window around lunchtime today, you might . . .
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June 23, 2008 12:51 AM EDT --
This afternoon that little voice inside told me to head over to Xenia, to Wickline's Garden Store.
It was a free-for-all with me and the plants -
A lily or three there, marigolds, coleus, herbs, . . .
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January 06, 2009 03:07 PM EST --
Old friends waiting, breathe......
The right Moment nearly here;
Distance is erased.
Measuring the fall,
One last leaf says ev'rything:
Nothing left to fear.
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June 11, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
In a dream this morning things were spilling, overflowing, things were breaking -
all my doing in a way, for not stopping the flows of mind in time to avoid collisions
with material reality..... . . .
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May 27, 2008 11:40 PM EDT --
She walked over three mountains in her dream, slipping only once into a chasm
but that once was THE once, and that chasm, THE chasm.
She entered the chasm feet first, but was soon flying through . . .
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June 05, 2008 12:14 AM EDT --
Coming to this late - how not? and yet in perfect time.
Underneath that tree, the one which last year shed spent petals
and the century preceding, was a dream,
I bit into an apple
and offered . . .
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June 12, 2008 10:39 AM EDT --
I had a dream last week -
standing in a crowd of pilgrims, I was waiting
for the rummage
to begin.
We had all given away our stuff
and were trusting Goodwill to provide whatever we needed . . .
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May 01, 2009 09:40 PM EDT --
This last week I've been transplanting things - lovely garden beings - into the library garden beds as well as flowerbeds here at home. A couple of days ago I ran out of checks and scrounged purse . . .
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September 02, 2008 11:26 PM EDT --
It's late - the crickets and salsa bugs fill the night with a rhythm
that pulls at my aura, loosens my molecules
and reminds me.
I remember, what, fifty years ago now?
Wow.
Fifty years . . .
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August 31, 2008 12:19 AM EDT --
Somewhere between gestation and age three
we learn at least one common language,
and sometimes we learn several.
I'm wanting to develop multilinguality in a childsplay way,
many-languaged . . .
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August 26, 2008 11:33 AM EDT --
She was old, she was so thin and frail, and the way the sun shone through her silver hair,
you'd have thought she was an angel,
only with a cane instead of wings.
I heard her voice at . . .
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September 19, 2008 10:59 PM EDT --
A starry summer night in East Tennessee,
Bugs racheting and cricketing and zoom-biting, too......
Smells of dewey grass and mosquito repellant and canvas pup tent,
Pillows and blankets damp and . . .
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November 11, 2008 06:13 PM EST --
In autumn the year I was ten, playing with leaf-piles in a neighbor's yard, the wind called
and I knelt on the grass and entered the wild windy breath as it entered me,
and I knew mySelf for . . .
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October 16, 2008 12:17 AM EDT --
When the US treasury truly treasures Truth, Mom, and the Way,
and the paper money has crumbled into mulch and compost
and the metal money has become statues of Quan Yin and Jesus and Buddha and . . .
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January 21, 2009 07:45 AM EST --
I see us all scattered out in Nature,
everyone to his or her own sit-spot,
just sitting, breathing, observing, being
for a while.
Then the bell - a gentle old temple bell with wooden . . .
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