To what places did your poems travel with Julie? Share them here.
Jimi BernathFeb 28 · Edited: Feb 28I didn't travel very far. Kitchen to bedroom, an easy passageunder prayer flags with their unreadable messagethree steps across a carpeted floorto the cushion and altar--a more difficult doorSettle into a daily routinethat's never comfortable. What does it mean?John says relax and float downstreamthru the portal of pure mind, from this samsaric dreamBefore my eyes the saints and guidesthree living men, an ancient sage, and Green Tara besideA door to open and stick my head incosmic noggin, the one without skinequanimity in the here & now"open sesame" in a mantra, a sacred vowOm Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Humas I travel this path from room to room....
mrypoetFeb 28I wrote this last week when she did her workshop for ColumbineLabyrinth Journeys I remember the open field where you disappeared I disappear when I walkLavender Rose When I stand in her centerI journey to other realms where my eyes float in the sky in witness of my departuremy arrival Where Grail once againwraps around my neck Angel purrs under coverswhen I touch the lump in the bed Where my father smileshappy I kept my car says wait at least until my ageof death to cut this path of freedom
ccasperpoetFeb 28a memory of a small place in a larger place... thanks Julie, and all, so many faces, familiar and new, the endless power of words, so grateful camping by the headwaters of the riversurrounded by soft blue glow of tentand far far from the e-worldreading the letter you left in my bagunder a sky filling with rain and drummingfilling with rain and drummingwith the sudden flap of these blue walls when the wind rolls throughsomething is releaseddrops fall in a rhythmyears fall away soaking in this rain drummingthis ageless moment on Earththe way it ishas been beforewill be once moreI fall into slumberletter in handwords in heartdrift off into wind-blown skynestle like mist in valley crevice while the thirsty earth fills with watersatisfaction seeps into soulseeps in with drummingI wake into blue glowglad to be aliveCathy Casper
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I didn't travel very far.
Kitchen to bedroom, an easy passage
under prayer flags with their unreadable message
three steps across a carpeted floor
to the cushion and altar--a more difficult door
Settle into a daily routine
that's never comfortable. What does it mean?
John says relax and float downstream
thru the portal of pure mind, from this samsaric dream
Before my eyes the saints and guides
three living men, an ancient sage, and Green Tara beside
A door to open and stick my head in
cosmic noggin, the one without skin
equanimity in the here & now
"open sesame" in a mantra, a sacred vow
Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hum
as I travel this path from room to room....
I wrote this last week when she did her workshop for Columbine
Labyrinth Journeys
I remember the open field
where you disappeared
I disappear when I walk
Lavender Rose
When I stand in her center
I journey to other realms
where my eyes float
in the sky in witness
of my departure
my arrival
Where Grail once again
wraps around my neck
Angel purrs under covers
when I touch the lump in the bed
Where my father smiles
happy I kept my car
says
wait at least until my age
of death to cut this path of freedom
and who is this?
@Jimi Bernath
It's Marleine
hello love, yes sounds like you! wonderful lines!
a memory of a small place in a larger place... thanks Julie, and all, so many faces, familiar and new, the endless power of words, so grateful
camping by the headwaters of the river
surrounded by soft blue glow of tent
and far far from the e-world
reading the letter
you left in my bag
under a sky filling with rain
and drumming
filling with rain
and drumming
with the sudden flap of these blue walls
when the wind rolls through
something is released
drops fall in a rhythm
years fall away
soaking in this rain drumming
this ageless moment on Earth
the way it is
has been before
will be once more
I fall into slumber
letter in hand
words in heart
drift off into wind-blown sky
nestle like mist in valley crevice
while the thirsty earth fills with water
satisfaction seeps into soul
seeps in with drumming
I wake into blue glow
glad to be alive
Cathy Casper