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Beneath boulders and slab, weathered and worn,
consciousness is a whisper, a clarity undistracted.
A refraction of light and sound, repeated and reborn.
Conscious yet unaware, the timeless undertow subtracted.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All conscious particulate above and below are invisible,
we are seafaring sailors of soul and free choice.
Our various solutions and resolutions are indivisible.
In Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, we rejoice.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All living and dying offer myriad paths of travail.
Beyond time and space, there is a fundamental permanence.
As creatures of longing, we hold each other in the gale.
Our love, our deepest well, illuminates our transcendence.
We are subatomic dust entangling faster than light.
Our collective dreams and memories sparkle and dazzle.
Bodhisattvas like Jesus Christ lift sufferers into sight.
But our nonlocal transpersonal synchronicity still baffles.
Episodic and spontaneous, our passions and thoughts,
this is our realm of flash and fury, our daily wakefulness.
Forces of energy and matter, the mystery hidden in quartz,
this is our realm of sand, soil, and sea, our lifelong earthiness.
Wavelength collapse turns possibility into actuality.
Deep consciousness transforms our physical world.
Spirituality grants us creative engagement with reality.
Our inner light reaches the same limits as the fabled.
For this is the God of Being.
There was an earthiness, a wildness,
and a sincerity about him that appealed to the forest.
She enveloped him in her midst,
showering him with natural love from her mosses, and mushrooms.
He walked gently through her, reveling in the reverence of the silence,
admiring her tiny white and purple violets.
Deer walked gingerly through the grass, beside him,
without fear, understanding his keen empathy.
An environmentalist who appreciated,
and exuded love for the forest,
he walked effortlessly in her kingdom.
A humble man,
he did not fully appreciate the deference
the forest was giving him or the unprecedented amount of respect.
come . . . take my hand and we will walk
deep into a Canadian autumn woodland
where it is crisp and cool- vast and full
the woodland is quiet in the veil of morning fog
and we are wrapped in
infinite shades and hues of changing brushstrokes
of gold, red, orange and green_
but soon, we are lost in an ocean of different trees
and the drum of time has ceased for us - as
we are witnesses to nature's decay
in autumnal equinox . . . .
and stained- glass leaves fall around us
crackling, and crunching under our feet
for the forest floor is carpeted with the fallen
October orange and red turned rust colored
can you feel it_
can you hear the rustling squirrels and small creatures ?
oh, the wildflowers have wilted!
(but still birds sing)
all around is a wondrous earthiness
full of a cornucopia of scents . . . . just inhale the air
the stream still flows with a loud fierceness
but we know winter will . . . still her screams
shall we gather some finger-painted leaves?
so we can press them into our books _
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October 21, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/'an autumn walk'
Copyright Protected, ID 10- 1318-672-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the Standard contest, Your Best Free Verse 2020
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 01/05/21
Fourth Place
Happy Birthday to Lauryn
My October's blessings
By Michelle Morris
30/10/2023
You are October's blessings
You are the brightest and the best
You're the spring blossoms in South Africa
You're the autumnal earthiness and rest
You remind me of the jacaranda blooms
So beautiful and oh, so sublime
You are, of course, my Monday's child
Fair of face and a smile so shy
When I see the gold and fire
Of the Northern Hemisphere's leaves
I see you floating gently
In mind's eye, ballet memories
As a child, you were Princess Chocolate Locks
But now you are a Queen
You are surrounded by Love and Light
And the Universe's guiding beings
When I think of oceans and fun
Of artworks and creative hours
So many strands of joy
Were woven into our souls' powers
Writing books and creating illustrations
Magical unicorns and castles and faeries
Together we went on special adventures
And filled the world with fun and daring
When I think of all our memories
Whether beautiful or heartbreaking
I know we've both been forged
By God's Holy fire and grace
We are women, strong and free
We are resilient, you and me
Soul ties and Heaven's Angels
Create a magical space to be
When I see the moon and sun
I am reminded of hope and faith
Life has a way of taking us
On the best journeys we can make
You are my October's blessings
You are my favourite thing
With you, every day is a gift
Angels in Heaven cheer and sing
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Colors, created by God, are wondrously radiant
With hues and tints of meaningful essence
Beautifying blessed life, triumphantly jubilant.
Red for love is as blood, vital in its presence
Blue of peace and calmness declares serenity
Yellow from the sun proclaims clear iridescence.
Violet along purple and lilac symbolizes royalty
Green champions life, refreshing and rejuvenating
Orange denotes joy as well as creativity.
Gold shows sophistication and elegance
Pink reflects understanding, care and compassion
Brown verily suggests earthiness of natural abundance.
Praise be to God for coloring our lives by His perfection*
Along with His salvation, sanctification, and satisfaction.
*Psalm 50:2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.
April 14, 2019
1st place, "BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/30/2020.
Down dusty dirt track
there was the winery
A rusty tin shed.
"Petulant Fandango"
It said on the sign
"Gidday anyone Home?"
"Hello, there,
sorry I didn't hear you come."
With that we stepped inside.
Five folk were already there.
It looked like a party
rather than tasting as such.
The old wooden table was covered in
wine bottles, which like the guests,
were in various states of fullness.
No tiny tasting glasses here,
full size wine goblets were the go.
"What are you after"
"What tickles your fancy"
"I'd like to try a dry, dry red please"
Shiraz if you have one."
"No worries I have just the drop"
"Give this a Go"
With that a thick black-red wine was poured
from a dusty bottle covered with gossamer spider web
into a glass, a tad dusty as well.
With first sip the wine made me pucker my lips
as the wine sucked all the water from inside my mouth
instantly dry, dry, dry.
"What do you think of that one Mate?"
You're right its certainly dry!
Bit like paint stripper I thought.
With that, I joined the party
to try some of the other wines
all with their unique terroir
of rough, dusty, earthiness to the fore.
I left a little tipsy after buying
several bottles of their best vintage
destined to be use in cooking.
Nice day tasting dusty terroir.
Come here,baby!
Join me on this dance floor
I know you want me, just too
afraid to show it.
Come here, baby!
Let's sway, oooh..I know how
you want to play.
In the most sensuous of ways.
Get real, close, I am not afraid
To play in your wild, jungle
ways.
Sinner man, you, it shines from
those glaring, deep eyes.
It's overtime night, you, me
And whatever honey comes
our way.
Just gotta be real, so, baby.
What do you say?
July 8, 2019
11am PST
This poem mimics the great
Blues music of the USA.
It is not meant to be read
as autobiographical.
Earthiness,as in the Blues,
frightens some people.
Panagiota
Petrichor
(n.)
The pleasant earthy smell after rain.
You touch me under the cloudburst,
And paint me with your fragrance,
As we walk through the wet meadow,
The pleasant scent of petrichor carries us like buoyant hummingbird chirping,
The earthiness in the smell penetrates
the elegance better than a moonset,
better than the rose fragrance.
I find myself staring at your mesmeric
gaze,
Wanting to be lost in your earthiness,
Shower you with my compassionate love,
As you touch me under the cloudburst,
And whisper in my ears,
"My love, All my broken melodies, rhythms easily get dispersed whenever the petrichor appears."
Loneliness,
of individuals,
like me,
of families,
like mine,
of uncommunioned communities,
and nation-states,
like ours,
Loneliness leads insufficient capacity
to prophecy everyone's collective interdependence,
and thereby remains partially blind
to Win/Win optimal health/wealth outcomes,
which could not be monopolized
by experiential loneliness
felt internal sadness
monoculturing.
By inviting risk to shift,
nudge,
notice personal/political Lose/Lose depreciations,
bucket lists of long-standing tensions,
causing unhealthy cognitive/affective dissonance
unresiliently stuck in slow ego-depreciating mortality,
absence of furthering resonant appreciative-inquiry belonging
within this
and each
and every
timeless Win/Win left-brain fragmenting
ego-prominent compassion-nest
self/other-perpetuating cooperative polypaths
implied within each unprophetic deeply pre-ingested
re-ingesting healthy/wealthy moment,
Trans-rationally spiraling not not ego/ecotherapeutic self-care,
a dynamic healing enthymematic ZeroZone
away from repressive solid OneNest walls
of silently atoning loneliness,
onelinest
healthy hoping toward impressive implicit webs
for pregnant metaphoric
meteoric Earthiness,
EarthTribe 2020 nest.
It’s an optimistic opportunity, not a burden
I want to talk to you cheerfully all of the sudden
I want change
I’m just so strange
I have the strength to better myself to change all of me
If I put my bewildered mind to it in pure ecstasy and liberty
Freedom beats me down in this tranquil town
And rises me up with an upside down frown
It’s a pessimistic tragedy, not feeling a ten
I tend to isolate myself honestly once again
I have the weakness to estrange me from you
If I can have a heart, I’d be set free from rue
We have purpose and if we can achieve it,
Do it…we have the legitimate reason to be lit
In humility and love
From high up above
Sensational sympathy helps me a lot, helps me a lot
Dedication to empathy copes with my emotions of naught
Fire me up with graciousness
Inspire me down to Earthiness
Calm my palms
With biblical Psalms
Clasp my hands upon your blessed, brazen bosom
Grasp how much I understand my feelings of numb
Let go of me,
The ugliness of envy
Have the strength to change, the strength to be strange
Rearrange the adoration beyond a rageful, radiant range
Believe in me
Reflect on thee
Kingdom come, Kingdom come
That’s the change that I’ll become