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Melodious kaleidoscope
of broken glass,
Its mosaic montage
consumes lost encounters;
a toasting ceremony
for what perished.
Committed specialization
expires unrewarded.
Sand dollars of short-sightedness
decorate
the exacting goddess
of broken importance.
Sliced open,
laid bare,
and reassembled,
the vintage gown
of fractioned fragments
unites again
with the society of tarts and cakes.
The time bundle
of formulated heartbeats,
pulsate
expansion and contraction
into
the altered ambiance
of passion’s fragrant fable.
Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008
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Refuge in the Eye
Gale forces swirl around me
Empowered healing
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“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.
Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.
It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.
I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.
Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.
You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.
You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.
In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.
Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008
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I left California a week ago Sunday.
Alone with my map, I found the way.
Initial trepidation gave way to wonder.
Beauty of the land enhances the spell I'm under.
From Novato to Tahoe, the drive was slow.
Allowing the remembrance of freeway driving to grow.
Expecting Nevada to be a long, boring drive.
The high desert vistas permitted my juices to thrive.
The interplay of clear blue sky and the light
Creating wondrous hues and vistas of pure delight.
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds,
A wide-mouth frog carved in the mountainside winked at me.
A ribbon of highway stretched across the Salt Flats.
Looking more like the desert I expected awhile back.
The Great Salt Lake out of nowhere appears
Glistening in the sun like a clear, shiny mirror.
Turning south in Salt Lake City, a planned detour
The Utah rock stars I wanted to explore.
The landscape changed as ever higher I climbed.
Mesas in the distance of color sublime.
Zion and Bryce Canyons... magnificent to behold
Paled in significance as Route 12's glories unfold.
Each bend and curve created a new scene.
From pure, sheer red rock to pine mountains of green.
Land of the Anasazi, the Ancient Ones.
Lived in Boulder, Utah; an oasis in the sun.
The Escalante Grand Staircase is dedicated to them.
Feeling their energy as I traveled the rim.
Torrey to Moab and Arches Monument Park
The formations of red rocks truly touched my heart.
Guardians, gatekeepers, animals, angels and more
Chiseled in stone that was once the ocean floor.
Petrified sand dunes spread before my eyes.
A white rolling desert of rock under clear blue skies.
Opening again to wondrous chiseled formations.
Natural arches and windows of the mountain nations.
Treated myself to lunch in the “Eklektica Cafe”
Met a young man there who made my day.
He gave me the perfect response to "Why Boulder?”
Tell them, he said, “I'll let you know when it's over.”
Touring now behind me. I'm ready to roll
Heading full-steam to Colorado; pine and aspen to behold.
As I cross the border, I am greeted by a sign.
“Welcome to Colorful Colorado. The Trail Through Time.”
I have come full circle somehow I knew
Driving along, I remembered each view.
While there is no ocean; rivers and lakes abound.
It feels very much like I'm homeward bound.
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Having now learned all answers lie within
Experience the world as if a small child
Surrender to faith, and then begin again
Envision new life; let your heart run wild
Experience the world as if a small child
Dissolve first and put yourself back together
Envision new life; let your heart run wild
Feel your emotions; then get out of the weather
Dissolve first and put yourself back together
The basis of dissolution is the fertility of life
Feel your emotions; now get out of the weather
Give up in order to gain; what you’ve lost is strife
The basis of dissolution is the fertility of life
Quiet, internal strength becomes your gain
Give in order to gain; what you’ve lost is strife
Rely on your strength the next time there’s pain
Quiet, internal strength becomes your gain
Through trials of loving, you now are strong
Rely on this strength the next time there’s pain
Commitment and perseverance now belong
Through trials of loving, you now are strong
This is the time to trust in your Spirit
Commitment and perseverance now belong
Become like a small child so you do hear it.
This is the time to trust in your Spirit
Open to learn to be the fulcrum in balance
Become like a small child so you do hear it.
In balance, unity and beauty are not a challenge.
Open to learn to be the fulcrum in balance
You have glimpsed understanding; the inner seed
In balance, unity and beauty are not a challenge
Attune to divine will; the Light provides your needs
You have glimpsed understanding; the inner seed
Spiritual consciousness has now been given birth
Attune to divine will; the Light provides your needs
Meaning and purpose are now alive on the earth
Spiritual consciousness has now been birthed
Faith is the key to walking in the way of Light
Meaning and purpose are now alive on the earth.
Soul clarity is the child that heals all fright
Faith is the key to walking in the way of light.
Surrender to faith and then begin again
Soul clarity is the child that heals all fright
Having now learned all answers lie within.
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Paradox reigns in our world for all time
Yin and yang; above and below – all are prime
Look inside where all opposites exist.
Are they incompatible from where you sit?
Desiring and desireless are different, and yet I wonder
Contemplate them for awhile, these mysteries down under.
Desiring creates the manifestations we see.
Desireless allows the universe to enable them to be.
Do we have space inside for both light and dark?
For dark is receptive and light creates the spark.
Positive and negative create one of the biggest stirs.
Love is positive and hate is negativity’s whir.
Is this a perception created by humanity?
Positive is good and woe to all negativity.
Without the darkness, would we know the Light?
Where would we find courage, if it were not for fright?
Words point toward the truth; but the truth, they are not.
Truth becomes known to us; an understanding on the spot.
Words and labels limit creation to only what is known.
The Nameless is the Great Source of the Universal Flow.
Spend time with the mystery of the paradoxes of life.
It is a key to moving beyond our created worldly strife.
Observe through the day your thoughts as they are named.
Notice where they fit within this paradoxical frame.
We are heads, toes, kidneys, hearts and more.
Mind and emotions also make up the store.
Tangible and intangible and yet none of these
Make up the life force that allows us to breathe.
One side is not good, nor is one bad.
Sometimes we’d rather be happy than sad.
Other times, a good sad cry feels energizing
Cleansing the cells by feeling what’s dying.
Desire to understand your mind’s control over you.
Take off the lid; it might be time to stir the stew.
Become the observer of your thoughts today.
Notice whether you can allow a negative in to play.
Observe how you feel when a negative thought comes in.
Do you fear that you’ll lose control of its positive spin?
Can you quietly notice the thought and not speak it to another?
Observe it’s there with gratitude; it’s out from undercover.
Notice the feeling along for the ride, and take a deep breath.
Breathing deeply into the body will lay the thought to rest.
The mind cannot control you with its rigid, unbending perspective
When you are breathing so deeply with a fluid directive.
Breathing brings balance to the fury of the Wind.
It finds the peaceful eye of the storm and returns your grin.
Breathe in and breathe out; do it again and again
Noticing who it is that observes your mental spin.
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I left Friday midmorning for a weekend getaway
A four-hour jaunt to Aspen; just wanted to play
No purpose for the trip; just for the experience
New to Colorado, I desired to feel its sense.
If you would care to come along with me,
Continue reading and hear my song of glee.
As I turned onto the road to Idaho Springs
My heart leaped and I began to gently sing.
What is it about a mountain stream
That takes away thought and brings back the dream?
What is it about the pine trees growing so tall
Straight up from sheer rocks with no soil at all?
What is it about driving higher and higher into the sky
Being able to look the mountain top right in the eye?
What is it about the sudden appearance of a mountain lake
That takes my breath away and causes me to shake?
What is it about the snow-covered peak standing guard
Over the bosom of its canyon now filled with cars?
What is it about blue ice on the high mountain creek
That takes away all the words that I wish to speak?
What is it about seeing the Arkansas River in high Colorado?
Perhaps realizing the connectivity of water’s everlasting flow.
What is it about seeing a train moving through the mountain forest
That reminds me of all the pioneers and natives who came before us?
What is it about seeing a giant dove in a cloud formation
When I am only twenty-two miles from my destination?
Feeling the oneness of earth, man, and sky as I drive,
Just what is it that now makes me heave a big sigh?
It is the road sign that says, “Indy Pass closed for the winter”
Can you hear the screeching howl of my whine and my whimper?
Taking a deep breath, I turn slowly around; there’s no other choice.
Retracing 100 miles now with a noticeably different voice.
The road now becomes the coiling serpent of asphalt
For I have lost my serenity and centered gestalt.
The roadside streams are just more water that flows.
Why was the road closed, there isn’t even any snow?
Finally my humor returns as I enter the Glenwood Canyon.
How could I not be happy viewing this majestic companion?
Wearily, now I limp into Aspen at just after dusk.
Navigating the rotary is an exercise in trust.
All worth it, I must say as I drive into the town
White lights twinkling their greetings to me all around.
Found my hotel easily. The room is grand; I shall not moan
Over a little misadventure I can share with those back home.
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I remember gazing upon
the ocean from my lanai
on the Kona mountainside
Watching the cruise ships
gliding through the dark
Into Kailua Bay at the
Same time every morning
always clad in their bright jewel
necklaces that lit up the dawn.
I remember sitting on my
lounge chair
observing the moon
collide with daybreak
And disappear from sight
While sipping Kona coffee
That heavenly aroma
warming me to life.
I remember delighting at the dolphin
Each morning, wondering
how in the world
they don’t crash into each other
when they all leap
at once
so carefree and happy,
spinning and twisting
splashing each other
with their play.
I remember watching
The humpback whales
I mean, they are
magnificent creatures
and my heart would dive
right with them,
and then rise so high
when they leaped
out of the water
How can they do that?
I would search the ocean
For a glimpse of their
Waterspouts, the sign
They would begin jumping again,
What a marvelous way to spend the day!
Watching mothers and babies
play together
and jealous bulls smack
their tales not be outdone
by women and children.
I remember sitting by
the ocean at Kukio Beach,
one that few tourists
know about yet,
watching the water
change colors
aquamarine near the shore
cerulean a little farther out
shading into cobalt and indigo,
Wondering just how
many colors of blue are
in the entire Pacific Ocean
Noticing how the waves
crash against the rocks in rhythm
like the
dancing fountains
at the Bellagio Hotel
in Las Vegas.
I remember
imagining the music
According to the tempo
Of the waves crashing
On the lava rocks
and
It was the sweetest
music I ever heard.
I remember leaving
The beach one night
And seeing the full moon
smiling at me
through the palm trees
Like a big white
Jack-o-lantern;
And I smiled back
And I remember
Waking up in the
Middle of the
Night to see that
Same full moon
Spreading its glow
In a river across
The ocean
Carrying a message
For me right
up to my lanai.
It’s time.
It ‘s time now
To go home again.
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Have faith that you walk in beauty
Trust that with Spirit, you are in unity
Experience the world as a little child
Begin again; you have been purified.
The force of the dark night insists and demands
You examine what it is you do now command.
Examine your progress; count each success.
See the truth bravely; let the past rest.
You have the will to change; the way will be clear
Inner blocks fall away; new beginnings near
There is a newly discovered source of power
Spirit is restless and burning in the tower.
Stay on the path; keep on with present activities
Everything is coming to fruition; a new nativity
You are in a state of grace; stay with the feeling
This is the gestation period of all that’s appealing
Do not be afraid to change to regain your balance
You are at the edge of completing the challenge
Move into the eye of the storm; become very still
Surrender your ego once more to higher will.
All is in motion now; take a risk and have faith
Trust you will be cradled should you fall on your face.
Every fall moves you closer and closer to your goals.
Detach from the outcome and let the process roll.
Keep love in your vision; it is the foundation
Truest love gives wings to each new creation
Your heart is open and filling with love
Let creativity now be guided from above.
Follow the higher power and become clear
Analysis is founded in right perspective here.
Quietly emanate peace, love and prosperity
See and respect the light to relieve disparity.
The portal of Faith is to become the pilot light
Remain lit long after others have fallen to the night
Seek quiet, consistent leadership from your Spirit
Move with nature’s laws, and you will hear it.
Count your successes in all matters, especially the small.
Come to know yourself and solidify your goals.
Formulate intermediate and long term plans
Remember it’s the process that allows you to stand.
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In considering a quote from Lao Tzu in the Tao de Ching, "When there is no desire, there is peace."
Peace and Desire
Exotic Relations
Water and Fire
Heads of Nations
What! No desire? No arousal, no feelings, no inclinations or quests? Never a healing? No wants, no hopes, no dreams, or wishes? World peace may as well sink with the fishes.
No Desire? The thought alone creates insurrection, mental implosion, and inscrutable defections. Imagine the depression no desire would bring. Then loud and clear inhibited progression is the song we'd sing!
Ruminate on no desire and it soon grows old. Perhaps better to allow truth to unfold. Breathe in no desire while thoughts spark and sputter. Breathe out peace a confounded mutter. Again and again, breathe in no desire and breathe out peace. Breathe in. Breathe out. Will this never cease? Until the day comes seemingly no different from the others. But today, warrior lays down the sword weeping, 'I love my sisters and brothers.'
Perspectives never before entertained ignite. Desire never satisfies the heart but ensures the fight. Something more or better remains at the edge of night. Stillness expands darkness with starry light. Silence drifts up from the heart as knowing insight. 'Trust in me and I shall provide all that you truly desire each day without cease. For when there is no desire, there is limitless peace!'
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