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| | Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....Page 8 of 32 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32) | There's some wonderful readings in this forum, and I thank you all for that.
It's a pleasure to stop in from time to time to read what everyone has written.
Greatly appreciated!!! | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 2/22/2007 10:31:59 AM | | Well the pond is richer for you doing that awakened one! Bring some of your great writes next time! It's kind of a potluck here at the Mothers thread, and we'd all like to taste what you cook up. | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 2/23/2007 5:07:16 AM | She who has had the love of a child
has had a taste of heaven on earth.
She who has felt their cheek
rest on her shoulder has known completion
or held one of their warm little hands
enclosed in her own. She who has known
their absolute trust knows why
the “Big Bang” bothered to occur!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Newman 23Feb07 © 2007 | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 2/27/2007 6:09:37 AM | Mother in your wholesomeness
Baby at your breast
Let the gentle rains fall down
and bless the mothers nest
Mountains join around us all
in awe and wonderment
with snow caps pure and white
bringing peace and contentment
Forests green with density
and nature in true form
protects you from the outside world
and leaves you safe and warm
The winds are calm around you
which provides a gentle breeze
for Mother Earth in all her glory
is a sight that's bound to please. | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 2/27/2007 4:43:56 PM | I am celebrating tonight
Good things coming my way.
Prayers left along the wayside of life
Gathering dust I thought,
Were gathering momentum
To meet me here.
I am celebrating tonight
For every time discouraged
I did not give up,
For every lasting dream I fought
To hold on to
In the face of all scorn
And disbelief.
I am celebrating tonight
For every time I picked myself
Up off the floor of despair
Shook off the self doubts,
With the external critics that echoed them
And began to believe again
Despite overwhelming evidence
To the contrary.
I am celebrating tonight
My ship came in
As somewhere deep within
I knew it would.
My stubborn Mystic
Refusing to disbelieve herself ever.
I thank my ancestors
I thank creation
I am celebrating tonight. | |
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Msg: 183 | |
| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 2/27/2007 6:16:25 PM | Attentiveness is what makes a mother
the earth is not mother but child
A father is mother, an uncle is mother
if his dedication is so reconciled.
She is only as good as his response
to a gaping, waiting, wrinkled-up beak
(S)he wills the sating of spontaneous wants
cleans the secretions spent from the weak.
Where young life is, may a mother be near.
Nor fear in young eyes, from ignorance' thrust.
New lives are lambs for us all to watch and steer
for peaceful lands, for wisdom, for the blossom of trust.
The earth is no garden, unless we attend
Don't look to the child to provide what you need
Unless we be mothers, will not the world end?
Then, what of each other, if we don't care to feed? | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 3/1/2007 7:13:37 PM | I spent the weekind with a friend discussing dating. Me, a straight woman nearing 50, and he, a gay man mid thirties found we had a lot in common in our "Dating in the New Age."
He had never written poetry in his life, and I had left him some of my bitchier ones. well, I am pleased to announce another one down. I told him I'ld post it here, on a mainly straight date sight. here it is. Darren's first poem, ever.
And for any of you men out there who like men, he's a sweetie.
Millennium dating is something new
Or maybe I am just misperceiving what I believe to be true.
I liked dating in my 20’s
It was carefree,
I was always me,
Puppy dog love was easy
And well, we fucked like rabbits.
Now in my 30’s I find it tough
Everyone has already been in love
All of us have been hurt before
And the walls around vulnerability and true emotion absolutely soar.
Rules of the course simply abound
Don’t call too soon or I’ll screen you if I’m around
Don’t express your emotions or truly play
Because it seams that fear runs our love lives today.
As I continue to grow
What I have come to know
Is that the love in my life is a reflection of
The amount of fun I have, and not white doves.
In order for me to truly love another, you see
It has become more about abandoning my toys
And outwardly reflecting my inner little boy
Would anybody like to go on a date today?
Where the inner children can truly come out to play? | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 3/1/2007 11:28:32 PM | Abstract Sonnet two….
In the anguish of such levity…
I ought to not handle such matters…
Especially, in the Chinook Mountains…
Where prayer languishes by the fountains?
Take me deeper into thyself…
I admit wisely to his voice…
What indelicate choices I’ve made…
Nought is worse than the levity I’ve denoted!
Do, segue me gingerly…
Inhume me in thy riches presence…
Refurbish this soul…
Forgive the levity of my carnal self!
I am bereft of breath!
Starving in the desert…beyond death! | |
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| Patchworking lines for the Mother and Brother....
Posted: 3/1/2007 11:41:51 PM | Man AM you sure know how to move. And we all respond. Bless you for being. Just Be.
Walk me by the river
That I my remember the sounds
Of eager flow
Never doubting it’s destiny.
Storm clouds
Raining life
Into spirit
Through the breath of an angel.
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| Patchworking lines for the Farmer....
Posted: 3/2/2007 12:30:47 PM | He had a farmers mind.
The kind developed from long afternoons
Driving around in circles
Going nowhere.
So he installed a digital player
And bought cds on e-bay.
Taught himself 3 languages
And heard all the Greek philosophies
And began on Stephen Gasiorowicz
Quantum physicists
Very demanding
Understanding
Of the world.
When he got bored with that he started studying clouds.
And particle theory.
And people driving by would always say
“Look! That cloud looks just like and angel with wings!”
Or “Will you look at that, someone must be sky writing with them smoke planes.”.
Lots of people took pictures those days. Of the unusual formations.
He tried practicing levitation,
But kept bumping his head on the cab roof.
So he always came back to the same place.
Biggest thing,
Looking after the earth,
Source of all
Planting stuff
Watching it grow.
It’s all there.
He had a farmers mind.
The kind developed from long afternoons
Driving around in circles
Going nowhere. | |
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| Patchworking
Posted: 3/2/2007 2:17:17 PM | Balancing on one foot
In the centre of the medicine wheel
Fancy dance
To the drumbeat of the earth
Songs stretched to the stars.
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| Patchworking
Posted: 3/2/2007 2:30:55 PM | | Your rockin girlfriend | |
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| Patchworking
Posted: 3/2/2007 2:33:21 PM | | thought you'ld like that last one. I'll bring it over to your nest. Drop it off like a Canada Goose, or a salmon. | |
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| Patchworking on home from Ink'n'scars
Posted: 3/2/2007 9:03:20 PM | I am clever
Like a monkey.
I can take pieces that I see around me
And try to fathom a fit
Let it spill out
And understand it
Differently.
But not really knowing
More than
What colours of light attracts me to them,
And what ones to I need to sing.
I just like collecting thoughts
That sparkle brilliance
Beacons in the dark
Of lost consciousness
I like to hear them,
And taste them,
And create a feast of them,
For all to enjoy.
I take great delight in Chefs
I like to watch them work
With their knives
Of perfect steel.
I love to watch the masters work in any field
Creating their peace
Their Master peace
Of ten thousand years. | |
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| Patchworking on home from Ink'n'scars
Posted: 3/3/2007 10:11:38 PM | I'm posting correspondance in a little bet going on. KIinda live here.
Never underestimate the power of the feminine.
This is the dark hole from whence you came into existence, contrary to what others may say of their nature. It is the space between which gives birth to creation, the very essence of feminine. She IS the Creatress, rearranging space for each molecular construct imagined. Breathing it into being with her very will. Do not believe that you have heard the last from her, she’ll tame you yet. Do not believe that your damage is the last of her either, she resurrects just fine. It’s you that is left behind. Your ideas of a fine new world order with her, “knowin’ her place ‘n’ all.” aren’t working out as well as you imagined. And she let you imagine! She gave you the space to imagine it in, Mothers everywhere feeding these dreams you suckled so greedily on, believing in them with all their might, for your sakes. She fed you, she gave form to your body, so you could see yourself, in relation to all. Do you see yet? Through what eyes do you see? Blame, self pity, shame and self hatred for every sin committed? Or eyes of transcendence beckoning truth? This is about self respect, about knowing we are one with each other, simply a flow of the water cycle that all living things are made of. To learn who we all are, we let destruction surface, here, where spirit takes form, so we could see it for what it is, and help to heal it whole again. A shift in consciousness shifts the reality that we collectively create and co-operatively hold in form. A great Master once said, “What if they had a war, and nobody came?” They killed him of course. Now he is louder than ever. Never underestimate the power of the feminine. She’s not through with you yet. Ever seen what a dandelion seed can do to a highway?
Change one mind, one soul to see within themselves their great beauty, so that they may begin to notice it everywhere, and know they are one with everything.
This earth is our Momma. | |
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| Patchwork
Posted: 3/6/2007 11:22:32 AM | you have lost a gold earring
somewhere on your journey
through Sunday’s path
at church or after
you have searched the floors and carpets
your mind is old and not as quick
you are lonely
and have reached out
for a voice to listen
any voice
and I was there
on the other end of the phone
with patience this time
I listened as you retraced your steps
it’s not the earring that you seek
as your voice falters on the phone
your mind turns over and over again
I could see your eyes raised upwards
like a little girl or boy
pondering the question – lost in thought
I think it must be somewhere
maybe you will know
or at least touch me
and reassure me I am real
and not alone. | |
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| Patchwork
Posted: 3/6/2007 1:52:53 PM | Ohhhhhhh. Autumn. I felt that one rumble deep. Thank you for birthing it here.  | |
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| Patchwork
Posted: 3/6/2007 4:48:55 PM | I'm luvin' this thread....I read these last two writes over and over.
awesome writes... | |
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| Patchwork
Posted: 3/6/2007 8:43:02 PM | Well. I think that Madonna and child beautiful pic of yours definitely belongs here.
Along with your thoughts that you write so beautifully too. | |
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| For the Mothers
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:19:41 PM | My cousin is dying tonight.
She has beaten cancer before,
Twice.
This one though,
This last one
Is killing her
And she can’t let go
Despite not a sinew left to hang on to.
How can a Mother leave a daughter
As yours had to leave you,
Not so many years ago?
Now you know
How hard it is to die
To let go of your own daughters future
And trust
That your love will guide her from the stars
As your Mothers love guides you,
On this final journey of all.
Go, be with your Mother.
Earth will look after the rest.
She always does. | |
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| For the Mothers
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:28:07 PM | My heart goes out with prayers on your cousins final journey on this earth walk
A battle fought with courage, to be recieved into moma's arms with love.
Blessing to sister | |
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