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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 just 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 structure.
So here's a little bit of my flutterings with words . . .
Eternity Is Always Open
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Corn Meal Circle
hold tenderly who you 
soft and sure
my love chants
in the end will be found
playing in moonlit lyrics
skipping across
night
like hot diamond voices
thru a cracked sky
dusted with Infinity
-shashi
Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert
I recently read this book upon the recommendation of my daughter and was completely captiviated by the author's refreshingly fearless honesty and humorous style. This is the kind of book I love to feast on slowly and sumptuously. Gilbert's uncompromising conviction to find herself, to find healing and to find the meaning of the divine for herself, is a deeply moving journey that provoked me to stir those sleeping shadows within my own psyche. In the end, I found myself a better person, somewhat humbled and more whole than when I turned that first inticing page. Join Gilbert's meanderings through Italy, India and Indonesia, laughing or crying all the way. Pick up this book and feed your soul. You won't want the journey to end.
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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.
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
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are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer