March 3, 2011 at 4:11 AM (poetry, Poetry Books, spiritual)
Tags: nature, Poetry, spiritual
An old gate stands
With no fence attached
As if it could fool anyone
Ah, but how many times
Have I been fooled
Thinking there was a fence
Where there was none
All the fences in my mind
Keep me from knowing who I am
Let me be a flowing field
Open to all possibilities
Wild flowers, weeds
The wolf and the wild deer
Let the gate to my heart
Be everywhere
Escerpted from,” Re- Entering the Womb of the Goddess”
A book of poems and paintings
December 7, 2010 at 11:06 PM (Goddess, poetry, spiritual)
Tags: feminine, nature, ocean
She began to wear the colours of the sea;
aquamarine, emerald, and turquoise.
She began to dream about the sea and its creatures.
In one she saw a huge white shape in the shallows.
A benign presence she thought,
possibly a Beluga.
She felt drawn to place her hand on its immense back;
to trust it to lead her.
She was tired of leading herself.
In that moment, the sea opened like gigantic flower;
its throat , the curl of a wave, a living tunnel of light.
The vortex pulled her spirit toward it;
her body trembled.
Should she trust the creature to guide her;
or should she build a raft of words as she had many times before;
to keep from being impelled through
the aquamarine, emerald and turquoise,
into the indigo.
(published in ,”Island Writer Magazine” December, 2010)
copyright by Kamala Moore 2010
September 21, 2010 at 1:23 AM (poetry, spiritual)
Tags: loons, nature
Beautiful loon on the moss green lake;
your call is the voice of my solitude,
bringing me back to myself.
My mind says the earth is in danger;
but in this moment, my heart knows
everything is perfect as the spiral
a jumping fish leaves behind.
(From the book, “Re-entering the Womb of the Goddess,”
copyright 2007 by Kamala Moore)
August 10, 2010 at 10:00 PM (poetry, spiritual)
Tags: ecology, nature
In the middle of a field
a Monarch butterfly sits on a clover
opening and closing its wings,
swaying the clover which hits the next one,
which hits the next one,
and so on and so on ,
till the whole field is in motion.
The center is everywhere,
they say.
Life pulses out from that.
I lift my finger and displace the air.
Are the ripples felt throughout the universe?
One verse
and if I change a syllable
the whole poem changes.
(excerpted from, Re-entering the Womb of the Goddess, by Kamala Moore )
copyright by Kamala Moore 2007
