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Alphabet Majescules

calligraphy by Jeanne

from Caroline Myss

We have embraced the idea of self-empowerment, but loved it when it just applied to us in our individual lives. Weaving ourselves back into the whole, and using the empowerment of ourselves collectively and realizing the power we have to co-create is a profound mystical truth. It’s not a small time mental acuity we use to get stuff – it’s not an ego-driven concept.

When we look at what’s happening, one way to approach it is through that truth that these predicaments, these crises we are in are somehow going to require all of us to navigate through, one way or another. Everything that is facing us requires all of us to transform within us. To see the world differently, to approach the world differently, individually within our lives, within ourselves, as an incredible act of personal and thus global transformation. This is what we’re going through.

It is a challenge – make no mistake about it. Especially as we see the world on fire – whether it’s on the streets or in the forests. Everything is engaging with that one message – we cannot not see it. We cannot avoid the messages around us any more that we are intimately connected to everyone, that we are each other’s caretakers.

emptiness

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fear peeks out the top of emptiness

on the bottom, lead pulls

while L O U D GROANING ECHOES forth.

darkness

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Now A Darkness is Coming
by Jane Hirshfield

I hold my life with two hands.
I walk with two legs.
Two ears are enough to hear Bach with.
Blinded in one eye, a person sees with the other.
Now a great darkness is coming.
A both-eyes darkness.
I have one mouth.
It holds two words.
Yes, No,
inside all others.
Yes. No. No. Yes.
I say yes to these words, as I must,
and I also refuse them.
My two legs,
shaped to go forward,
obedient to can’t-know and must-be,
walk into the time that is coming.

“Now A Darkness is Coming” from LEDGER: Poems by Jane Hirshfield. Published 2020 by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of The Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC.

 

on DH Lawrence:
Lawrence’s books include The Rainbow (1915), Women in Love, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which was his last novel. The story of an aristocratic lady and her working-class lover, the book contained a multitude of sex scenes and unprintable four-letter words. The first edition was published privately in Italy (1928) and an edited version appeared in Britain in 1932. The unexpurgated version wasn’t published in the United Kingdom until 1960 and promptly came under attack. At the obscenity trial, the attorney for the prosecution famously asked the jury, “Is it a book you would have lying around? Is it a book you would wish your wife or servants to read?”
Novelist E.M. Forster was called as a witness for the defense in the British trial. His good friend Lawrence had died a long time before, in 1930, of tuberculosis in Vence, France. Forster called Lawrence “the greatest imaginative novelist of his generation.”
Lawrence’s ashes are interred in a small chapel in what is now the D.H. Lawrence Ranch in New Mexico. He said, “If there weren’t so many lies in the world, I wouldn’t write at all.”
And, “The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.”

 

dandelion

dandelion

fresh salad

liver cleanse

burst of spring

flying seeds

blowball

lion’s tooth

taraxacum

Irish daisy

priest’s crown

bitterwort

bird of paradise

champagne

sharing 2x my weight…

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sharing twice my weight

with my brother

carry him too

he’s light for me

love gives him wings

lights his antennae

to make my path secure

and his steps safe

onward

the tasty pair!

When I am not at peace with me, I do not like you either…

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you choose

and

the outcome is yours

I

cannot take care of you to dispel it

That responsibility is yours.

I need to move on finding someone

who makes me laugh

not get conflicted.

Then we will grow together,

not feeding off each other.

Going and coming….

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the ground grabs the under-body

reflects its mysteries

to the worm on the ground

slithering through the puddles

slurping the essence

and tasting the sharp seasonings

of the hidden zest …

the nest revealed.

size doesn’t matter

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When it comes to intimacy

size doesn’t matter.

But baby elephants

are easier to trust.

They’re born with

incredible memories

of every detail

you have revealed to them.

They hold you in their trunk

And sometimes let you

grab their tails!

Enter into the coupling

without fear!

breath

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breathe with the Spirit of Holiness

Inhale grace

Exhale unlimited love

P R A H N A

Art and words by Jeanne

Mask Intimacy

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They Accuse Me of Not Talking
by Hayden Carruth

North people known for silence. Long
dark of winter. Norrland families go
months without talking, Eskimos also,
except bursts of sporadic eerie song.
South people different. Right and wrong
all crystal there and they squabble, no
fears, though they praise north silence. “Ho,”
they say, “look at them deep thinkers, them strong
philosophical types, men of peace.”  But take
notice please of what happens. Winter on the brain.
You’re literate, so words are what you feel.
Then you’re struck dumb. To which love can you speak
the words that mean dying and going insane
and the relentless futility of the real?

Hayden Carruth, “They Accuse Me of Not Talking” from Collected Shorter Poems 1946-1991. Copyright © 1983, 1992 by Hayden Carruth.

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