This one celebrates my joy and gratitude for the peace and
fullness that I’ve connected with through the practice of vipassana meditation:
How grateful
am I to you
Oh light filled void !
How pure,
fine, and full the touch of breath
Deep
Deepening
Moving
Still
I am a happy
fool
This one celebrates my spirit friend, Hummingbird:
Take me
delight
For I’m
bloodied by the struggle
And I need an
easy breath and laughing song
Hummingbird’s
garden
Is the place
of healing breezes
And the warm
wet easy beating of my heart
My love, my
light
My bold and
gentle teacher
And my healer
who’s prescription’s always Joy
Take me
delight
For I’m whole
when we embrace
And my path
is one with heart when we are one
I wrote a series of poems inspired by the of the significance of the spectral colors
in celtic shamanism. Two of them work
for me as votive pieces:
Yellow
Bright
banners fly in the yellow Sun
Sing glory of
the bright Sun dawning
Glorious Self
abroad earth walking the
Journey of
the Soul
Yellow eyes
of panther stalking
Owl eyes
spinning, turning, swirling
Deepening
trance and piercing gaze
Companion of
the Soul
Golden yellow?
Shiny metal
pales before the
Yellow
quickening, risk taking
Power
outpouring, joy exuding
Servant of
the Soul
White
Let there be
White
Pure White
busting
Forth from
White outpouring
White
No prism
dividing one thing from
Another all thought
one thought the
Thought of
All
She speaks
pure White
Eternally and
Her
Moment did
not begin
And does not
end
This one is a rondeau relating to a story that I wrote some years
ago about a mythological ancestor of primates, Priman in the Long Ago:
Grandmother
Moon danced in the trees
Sang softly
in the whispering breeze
Where Priman
lay by water still
And drank the
heart song to his fill
And dreamed a
destiny to seize
Suffusing
wisdom soul’s increase
A gift of
wholeness and of peace
Waxing light
expectant thrill
Grandmother
Moon
When Priman
sought his heart’s release
Lay down his
burdens, worries cease
She walked
the water clear and still
And by her
love his peace fulfilled
Release and
healing gift of peace
Grandmother
Moon
Any poem that ends “I am Light” is devotional for me in some
sense:
Wake groggy
yet the
Vision cuts
like a
Diamond blade
slicing the
Jewel
glistening green in the
Void glowing
with light
Luminous with
light
True Light
from True Light
I am Light
Another celebrating my spirit friend, Hummingbird:
Iridescent
Hummingbird
Hover round
your tiny nest
And dart
among the willows and
The cattails
growing thick
In blood warm
water
Safe amid
warm summer days
That never
end and ever see
Deep
moonlight streaming through
The summer
night with
Vines and
blossoms growing
Thumping of
the drumbeat finds you
Starlight
calls your name
Dreamer sees your
vision shimmer
Vision
seekers come to see
And sing, “Iridescent
Hummingbird!”
May we all be blessed
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