The way of love is not a …

The way of love is not a subtle argument.

The door there is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,

they’re given wings.

Rumi

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Spring Cleaning.

FEATURED POEMS…Old Gate

 

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

 

 

 

 

The Sun is Inside Me

 

 

 

The sun is inside me

Though I’ve built a wall around it

Each brick of cold, condensed fear

Prevents the warmth from reaching my awareness

As I search outward for something lost

Denying the wall is there

 

I snatch what warmth I can from strangers

Share their fire for a while

Believing I have none

 

The fires of strangers flame and die

Flame and die

I wander from one to the other

Gradually losing hope that what I seek

Will ever be found or defined by another

 

The only path left is on the inside

There is work to do

Remove the wall brick by brick

Tear by tear

And have faith

That the sun is inside me

 

(from the poetry book:Re-entering the Womb the Goddess by Kamala Moore)

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