UNWINDING


 

 

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Unraveling threads caught together rewind the road

 

This mystery road unwinding up the last dark hill

we may ever see searching each other

 

Unraveling thread fading in old pale leaves

torn from favorite books under gaunt trees

Blown beside an opening that never heaves

Up a path best seen in winter’s dark screes

 

Unwinding way tangled under twisted threads

sticking out of places near our centers

Pulling and releasing in alteration of our dreads

tangling our lost way with trailing glinters

Rocky pointers to the next bend crossed by breads

crumbed to feed us to crossed unwound centers

 

We are unwinding back towards a place

found by crossing fibers from each

To lay a dimly sparkling climb to trace

a just found map to that souly peaceful beach

 

The unraveling thread leaves enough fiber

from me to you in sand pushing new hills.

 

Unwinding thread brightening stumped toes

rolling on towards pointed lights

Unwinding thread tightening the center woes

filling our centers forgetting slights

 

Knotting threads wound back through wounds

filling with time’s sands to rest on a higher hill

 

Unwinding threads on winding paths winding heartstrings into a climbing song.

 

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SIXTH WEEK WEDNESDAY: CONFLICT & TENSION & BALANCE CONVERED ON HARMONY


The wind and the leaves and the

rake could not agree:

Is there to be one big pile?

many small piles? drifts?

Lines, compostedness, wheelbarrows?

some stuck in white hairs?

Some chewed by Little Dog?

some helping a chipmunk’s

Winter burrowing into the cold?

some batted high by Fluffy Cat?

If the rake wants one larg pile,

the leaves float away to breathe,

The wind insisting.

When the rake plans

Oh-so-neat rows of rusty piles,

Wind sings a new song,

Dancing and sweeping away rejoicing.

When the rake scores sunset crackling

Colors into lines, leaves slump

With sadness at this disguise

And the wind is their everfast friend.

When the rake lifts up

To the wheelbarrow a slaughtered

Mass of color,

The wind is filling the air with righteous

Indignation, well-toned chiming of the hour.

Then Chipmunk, Little Dog, and Fluffy Cat

all sit together on the leaf-encrusted rake,

Looking up spiritous in unison:

“See how well we befriend the leaves,the wind;

Let us now help you with the rake.

We will join in harmony, singing to the setting sun,

The new moom, the departed wind.”

All are now balanced with the required

Tension to maintin a posture

Of Harmony.

Conflict flown with the wind to

Another earth-side, another set of actors

On this stage of Being.

THESE VERSES TRULY CENTERED ME IN READINESS FOR TODAY!

SIXTH WEEK MONDAY: LIE DOWN WITH DOGS, LEAVE THEM WITH YOUR WHITE HAIR


After a wonderfully restorative autumn weekend with no in-laws and my dogs and cat and extra time given to extra, unplanned rambles in the fields and woods, I write:

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH

      CLEAN DOGS

YOU WILL GET UP TONGUE-BATHED

      FOR THE PARTY

READY TO CELEBRATE

     YOUR BAPTISM

INTO THE FAITH SHARED

     BETWEEN DOG-LOVER

AND HUMAN-LOVER

     THAT MAMMALIAN HEARTS

ARE WARMED BY TOUCH AND LIGHT

     WHERE A NEW FIRE IN THE

JOINED SOULS GIVES JUST ENOUGH

      GLOW TO SHOW

THE WAY TO COMFORT.

I also pondered:

LAST OF THE SUN GLOWING

      BACK OF THE TALL ORANGEY TREE

CLAIMING THE HIGH SPOT BACKING

     INTO THE WATER IN THE LOWSPOT

LOOKING SOMEHOW BRIGHTER

    FOR BEING UNEXPECTED WHERE WE LINGER.

On yet another self-indulging stroll:

 

SUNSETTING AUTUMN FLOCKS

      SHUTTLING HOME ON

AIR HIGHER AND HIGHER

      WAVING FAR ABOVE

THE EVER-COOLING DOWNDRAFT

      SWEEPS THAT MIGHT

FIX THEM UPON A HIGH-MINDED BRANCH

      BUT NOT THE WOOD OF HOME.

I was nudged by these outings to ruminate on those not so blessed as I to just GO OUT, WALK, DROP THE WHITE HAIRS LIKE CRUMBS.  Here are some musings:

WE NEVER KNOW WHO IS LONELY UNTIL WE SEEK THEM OUT.

LIVING RIGHTEOUSLY WILL PINCH THOSE WHO SEEK THE DARK, CAUSING THEM TO SHRIEK IN THE MARKETPLACES AGAINST YOU!

YOU WHO ARE ABUSED MUST BECOME THE HEALER POURING THE OIL ON STORMY WATERS OF THE ANGER BOILING OUT OF THE VENTS AND GUTTERS, DRAINING FROM THE ROOFTOPS, UPON ALL WHO MUST ENTER THE MARKETPLACES.

WHY CANNOT THE TALL BACKLIT ORANGE LEAVES, BEING LAST TO HOLD THE SUN’S KISS, FLUTTER JUST A LITTLE  MORE, A LITTLE LOWER TO CARESS MY BROW’S CRINKLE AND DEPOSIT THOSE DESIRED GOLDEN NUGGETS OF FORBEARANCE AT THE NIGHTFALL ENTRY TO MY OWN DOORWAY?    THEN WOULD BE LAID DOWN A GILDING CARPET OVER THE REJOININGS OF THE CRACKS IN THE HEARTSTRINGS TO KNIT A BINDING OVER THE HASTY WORDS AND HALTING STEPS AT NIGHTPAIRING?

WAKING UP TODAY WITH DOGS AND COFFEE, A SCHOOLBUS GOING BY TOO FAST, RUMBLING THE STOMACHS, FINALLY TILTING TO THE VERTICAL THOUGHTS SENT UP AND AWAY FROM THE ANCIENT SELFSTUDY RUMBLING THE SOUL AND OUTWARDS TOWARDS LIFE ITSELF FOR THE HEARTSTRINGS:  A SMALL CONNECTIONS TO A BIRD OR NEIGHBOR!

 

Truly, I am very grateful to have dogs and leaves on which to shed unwanted hairs from my thinking!

 

     

 

FOURTH WEEK SATURDAY: SIXTH MINIPOST,MINIRHYTHMS OF QUIET


First, allow me to correct yesterday’s post listing other websites I follow/like/blog on:

Besides http://hahousewife.wordpress.com, I also am “hooked up” with:

http://aboutzen.wordpress.com  (who has a very popular post called “Whispering Trees”)

and

http://talkingleaves.wordpress.com (which has a lot to do with listing to nature)

I am celebrating today the following:

1)sunrise on frost

2)early birds in my pathways

3)my dogs teaching me so many benefits of quiet walking

4)all of the above sharpening my creative focus and almost pre-selecting my words for me

All of the above are so nourishing for my soul that I am renewed constantly as I write, even when editing and being interrupted with the detritus left over from a day of pushing all that “busy-stuff” onto the back burner of my life!

Hooray for quiet spirits gathering all around me.  Thank you, one and all!

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