Monday, February 28, 2011

Third Eye vision



Violet informs
Spiritual awareness
in the Third Eye, dreams.

~photo by Tim Christie




Intuition comes
From the mudra of touching
Thumb, index finger.

~photo from Aveda




Water and music
Add psychic vibrations, too.
Open to nature!

~photo from Sunset




Fire unlocks our thoughts and puts them into motion.
"You've never seen fire until you've seen Pele blow." ~by Tori Amos

~photo from Sunset

Thursday, February 24, 2011

haiku my heart




A blizzard smothers





The old memories of warm
Blue nights, dewy grass.


Haiku my heart is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to recuerda mi corazon.

I look forward to sharing haiku every Friday with you!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Haiku Friday




Haiku My Heart: Robin Pauses


Robin poised on bough:
To perch or to soar away?
Ask cherry blossoms.


Haiku my heart is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to recuerda mi corazon.

I look forward to sharing haiku every Friday with you!

photo by Bryan Murahashi

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

West Wind, poem 7, by Mary Oliver


~photo by Annabel Edwards



"And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone,




~photo by Byron Kay



began to sing out,




~photo by Benjamin Iobst



the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing,




~photo by Debra Barra




~photo by Margaret Pangert



if light had a mouth and a tongue,




~photo by Margaret Pangert



if the sky had a throat,




~photographer unknown



if god just wasn't an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from everywhere,




~photo by NASA's Hubble space telescope



even the most distant planets, blazing up.




~photo by Margaret Pangert



Where am I? Even the rough words come to me now, quick as thistles.




~photo by Byron Kay



Who made your tyrant's body, your thirst, your delving, your gladness?




~photo by Margaret Pangert



Oh tiger, oh bone-breaker, oh tree on fire!




~photo by Annabel Edwards


Get away from me. Come closer."




Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Owl Moon by Jane Yolen


~"Wolf Moon"



"It was late one winter night,
long past my bedtime,
whem Pa and I went owling.
There was no wind.
The trees stood still
as giant statues.
And the moon was so bright
the sky seemed to shine.




~"Musical Notes in the Snow"



Somewhere behind us
a train whistle blew.
long and low,
like a sad, sad song. . .




~"Byron in Hawaii"



Our feet crunched
over the crisp snow
and little gray footprints
followed us.
Pa made a long shadow, . . .




~"Owl and Moon"



We reached the line
of pine trees,
black and pointy
against the sky,
and Pa held up his hand.
I stopped right where I was
and waited.
He looked up,
as if searching the stars,
as if reading a map up there.
The moon made his face
into a silver mask.
Then he called:
'Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo,'
the sound of a Great Horned Owl.
'Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo. . .'




~"Full Moon"




~"Crow against Snow"




~"Sparkling White Snow"



We went into the woods.
The shadows
were the blackest things
I had ever seen.
They stained the white snow.
My mouth felt furry,
for the scarf over it
was wet and warm.
I didn't ask
what kind of things
hide behind black trees
in the middle of the night.
When you go owling
you have to be brave.




~"Moon over Clearing in Snow"



Then we came to a clearing
in the dark woods.
The moon was high above us.
It seemed to fit
exactly
over the center of the clearing
and the snow below it
was whiter than the milk
in a cereal bowl. . .




~"Shadow Hooted"



The owl's call came closer,
from high up in the trees
on the edge oif the meadow.
Nothing in the meadow moved.
All of a sudden
an owl shadow,
part of the big tree shadow,
lifted off
and flew right over us.
We watched silently
with heat in our mouths,
the heat of all those words
we had not spoken.
The shadow hooted again. . .




~"Icicles and Cloud"




~"Glittering Tree"



When you go owling
you don't need words
or warm
or anything but hope.
That's what Pa says.
The kind of hope
that flies
on silent wings
under a shining Owl Moon."