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I thought I'd share some of my poetry with you. This is a fun creative outlet for me.

Some of my songs start out as poems and end up getting notes tied to them. But some of my words spill out as a handful of ideas and feelings that like to stay in the freedom of being able to stretch their wings, this way and that, without confinement to rhythm or musical structure.

So here's a little bit of my flutterings with words . . .

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momentarily  


spirit led by
golden thread to
a little schism
of ruckus and adventure

gathering particles
of matter
from ephemeral
to flesh

materialized momentarily
into a landslide
of madness and ecstasy
the wayward twins

then at last
satisfied or disrupted
folding into
the silk of twilight

     -shashi light

CREATION SONG
watercolor by shashi light

I like to paint as a fun, relaxing sort of thing. I started this piece in Los Angeles, sitting in the beauty of Temescal Canyon Park, and finished it in New Mexico.

OCEAN GODDESS
watercolor by shashi light

The great thing about living in Los Angeles was that I was near the ocean and could feel her presence on a daily basis. I did this piece there. Can you see the three whales?

HOLDING  HOLDING HANDS
watercolor by shashi light

I was sitting on the pier at Venice Beach in California and painted this one. It must be an enchanting life under the waters.

LA CUEVA
mostly watercolor by shashi light

La cueva means cave in Spanish but it also happens to be the name of this cockatiel, a rescue bird, who belonged to my friend, Cathleen. One of his favorite pastimes was pooping on people's heads. I know from personal experience.

photo courtesy of gettyimgages.com

I had the unique privilege of participating in a healing group that got together every so often to carry out an ancient ritual of creating a sophisticated array of symbols and glyphs on the earth with corn meal -- an ageless Native American tradition.

We all spoke our prayers, personal and global, to a slow drumming heartbeat. We could literally feel the sweet essence of our prayers flowing thru this magic circle. I have no words to describe the other-worldly ecstatic expansion I felt -- only that I longed to keep drinking the nectar that stayed on my lips long after each circle was completed, and we all went our separate ways. 

Corn Meal Circle

a circle of prayer
flowing from ancient corn meal hands
gathers cryptic pieces inner murmurings
like the river's unnoticed distant din of day
that couches my night ponderings

smoothing the yellow circle into earth
my thoughts slow my fears calm

flaxen droplets
hold my definition of hope
to a vespered mist rising from
this wistful heart potent with courage

they draw me to untie the weight
of my clumsy words
caught in the press of a discordant world
and the clamor of mundane details pushing from within

in this circle
each breath of life is recognized as brother or mother
crawling flying rooted finned

here i drink deep and slow
to the beat of a Heart bigger than my mind can hold
stronger than epochs of unmitigated violation

fragments of bones rest against
the dusty gratitude of my feet with slowing grief
that her patient wisdom bear the ignorance of her children
that the red hands of a People
who understand her have all but disappeared

sacred nuggets of liquid sunlight
settle into the weave of a spiraled time continuum
spilling past and future into the space
that wraps my senses within now

the fire speaks thru my skin
"here is my hand to hold it is not too late
all that was ever known to the 2 legged beast
past eternity still glows
in that chasmic depth between flesh and soul"

the door opens
thru a timeless glyphic circle of gold

-shashi light 

photo courtesy of gettyimages.com

hold tenderly who you are 
and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer