At the highest point on the tree, you stretch, reaching for the sun.
Your pink petals elegant in their grace, you stand alone.
Bravest of all, for leaves have yet to come to offer shade
Branches bare except for furry buds that will soon
follow in imitation of your daring first move.
Intrepid flower of Spring, I feel like you in my yearning for the Sun!
Here is the child of Spring reaching out.
Her happy heart light and gay.
Her bright colors sparking in the sunlight.
Poppy, you show how I feel
As I sense the birthing of life around me.
Embraced in newness,
I dance with joy and excitement.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Eurus who echoes memories of new growth and springtime. You who looks forward and backward in time, blow your sweet breath upon us. Allow us to feel you on our skin, the gentle wind blowing on our faces as we open to you in the morning.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Notus who speaks to us of the brilliance and warmth of the summer Sun. Remind us of the joy of children who skip along, hand in hand, swinging their arms, singing songs of summer.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Zephyrus who sings of the Cauldron of Rebirth. Open the door to allow that which is no longer useful to us to leave. At the same time open us to the flow of life as we birth newness into each day.
Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Boreas who whispers to us of Life-in-Death, and hints at the seeds within the fallen fruit. Ground us in the knowledge that we shall always find sustenance and renewal in the nurturing life on Earth.
Cardea, Mother, whose power is to open what is shut and to shut what is open, remind us always to listen to the winds.
How funny, I thought, surprises
As I slipped the LP out of the jacket cover
To play it for the first time in five years.
How could I have forgotten that?
What other slips of things lie forgotten
only to be brought forth
as if from nowhere?
If I tell you what I feel
Don’t be offended or take on some sort of guilt.
If I tell you what I feel
Don’t think that my feelings imply blame.
If my feelings rise to the surface
Allow space for the thought that they are mine
For in their expression, simply wish to be spoken.
As I learn to tell you my feelings
I will search for an honesty of expression
Sharing – simply sharing what is felt.
For without words coming to the surface
there will never be a way to know me.
I don’t know where I came from – really
Except that this form birthed from my mother’s womb.
I don’t know really – what comes after my body is no longer
able to hold who I think I am.
I don’t know really – what I am supposed to do
With this life I have been given
Except to be open to whatever comes along
or to what I create.
I don’t know really – where anything comes from
Or is going.
I do know really – that we all came from the same source
And will always be together.
When I deeply listen to you
It is as though
All the walls I have built around myself
Disappear.
That space between us
No longer exists
As a boundary between strangers.
The oneness of who we are
And the whole of who we are
Creates new patterns of being.
When I deeply listen to you
Understanding and a deep knowing
of our shared experience
Connects me to you in a way that is holy.
Oh, that my eyes be open
May I see to every side
Above and below me
Within and all about.
May my words speak my feelings
So that you can understand
The depth of my emotion
My joy and yes, my pain.
Oh that my heart be open
To give and to receive
May love be what moves me
in all that I can be
As the hawk flies above me,
May I be like he
My far seeing eyes missing nothing
As far as I can see.
As the sweet rose before me
Unfolds as it must
May I open fully
In love and in trust
As water flows over rocks
And down this wide stream
May words come like healing
Through prayers and in dreams
Widgets and gidgets and wickety pop
Things I have and things I got.
Things of beauty and works of art
Things of which I am a part.
All collected and put away
To savor and hold another day.
Books and papers and magical things
Beads and baubles and silver rings,
All mementos of yesterday.
I touch and hold and wish to play
And dance the music of the past
All saved to make my memories last.
Wrapping and boxing I recall
Dreams and lovers, good times all.
Friends and happenings all come clear
These are things that make life dear.
So I’ll keep them a little bit longer
To make the future that much stronger
If I remember what’s said and done.
Then I’ll not fear what’s yet to come.
Watcher sits just behind my left shoulder,
His disdainful look ever with me.
I asked him once what I could do to make his job easier
And he declared quite vehemently, “open your eyes.”
Hawks see everything below them
Soaring as they do on high
Their keen eyes missing nothing
In their search for predator and prey.
Solitary creatures by nature
Territorial, sharing only with owl,
Hunting by day as owl seeks at night
Allowing no other intrusion.
Soaring majestically in your realm
You have chosen to enter mine,
Offering clear vision for what I miss
In my narrowly focused world.
It is like having an added sense,
A keen knowing beforehand,
Of what is coming
Before my poor eyes can see.
Let me take up my drum
And climb upon your back.
We’ll visit new realms on wings together
seeing with wonder the land below.
Treasured friend, bonded brother
You offer this gift of sight
You are steadfast and loyal
As you for me watch day after day.
Brother in spirit, may I be worthy
Of your loyalty and love,
For your gift of vision and clear seeing
I honor you and trust you always.