Each day: a step to heaven (poems)

God-Mother / God-Father

 Bear down on me

Birth me into all You wish me to be:

Coming towards you

Coming into me

I know you celebrated before I

Was even conceived

I can see you turning spindles of names

{prayer wheels}

Until you turn my name

Into your breath of me.

My name: both appointment & anointment, I Am.

 

CoINcidence / CoinCIdence

Seems to be the emphasis can go either way, one being an

Immature Synchronicity,

The other an alignment of two paths.

 

Coincidence is not coincidence,

They cannot even exist in the same plane

Without interfering with each others’ warp & weft

Not to mention homeostasis.

 

They are, perhaps, a law of similars, called

In from the Jesters’ Universe …

After you toss your life at the wall or

Find a way to re-begin from where you are.

 

Keeping From the Eye of Horus

There are better things to do with my time

Than live in any rebellion

Past the stone walls of who I claim to be

Unilateral inner boundaries

 

Free to be the postage stamp home.

Attention does need to be paid

[Got cash?]

We can’t afford to miss much more than we already have,

Before the change of chance & chance of change

Diverge in some lonely wood.

 

In the same moment, when we cannot either breathe,

We are connected by a fiercely fiery sending:

“Watch me, Baby, just watch me!”

 

The highway of life is a toll road, indeed.

 

Cosmic Volunteers

We are the vols & sometimes it’s not to be believed:

stuck in the laundromat instead of a lifeboat.

Each episode we get to retool the set.

We arrive here curled into a fetal spiral

So well-salted, we match the ocean.

The rest of your life is the Unfolding of it.

An origami of an Avatar.

Some familiar clues / cues

(like enough for an army to follow.)

Status points for not opening the Guidebook.

Eyes Open. Tulku.

 

 Almost

Another of those words

Hanging overhead like

Campfire smoke

Aromatic, heady

Ready to clear into tomorrow

Of the deed done today.

 

You Call This A Mind?

 But everything is right there, on the surface.

Don’t you put anything away?

More likely, you put it down without thinking

(Sometimes I lose major organs that way.)

I entered this Life with a full wall of medals

Later stripped one-by-one

I’ve done my time(s)

I personally have only two thoughts left

The You

The Me

 

Here, Put This In Your Heart

All the texts

Say, “you can’t take it with you.”

You mostly get to keep some essences,

Ones with evocative & menacing overtones.

The heart is about long-term Memory

Your heart is as big as your God

Who tucked you in between the angel’s wings

With a touch to your cheek, saying

“Don’t you miss a minute! I’ll expect a full report!”

 

 Dubious Honor

I may be the only person on earth who has, yes, here it is, forgotten how to ride a bike.

 

Make This Viral

 I want to be there when the grandfathers tell their peace stories.

 

“Where Have all the Flowers Gone”

Half-light morning,

I cross the bridge over a rushing Percha Creek

Glancing into it, mid-stride.

I see three young bucks,

Heads twisted over shoulders

Rumps all twitching in time

Not till they face forward

Do I see the burgeoning racks

Still in velvet, flaring in the little light

As, springing onto the low bank, they disappear.

 

But, Really, I Love You

I conclude two Italian women cannot talk to each other

Without taking turns at being child, maiden, crone all in one conversation:

Whoever is speaking is in charge…

 

 

 

Meditation of the April Fool

What is it I want to be, want to do? Where do I wish to live my life & why? When will it happen?

I want to use more of my brain. Be more capable, more endearing, more endeavoring. How do I do this? I wish to move forward because the open arms of God await me. I crawled to God, toddled, walked, ran & now I once again walk a paced cadence, stepping lightly into Light.

So come & move me, God. Come breathe on me like the wind that you are, that wind of change & surety bringing me safely into port from the seas of self where I sailed so long. Come, God, I am headed up the path from the sea to the Garden. Will You not join me in the cooling afternoon? I can loan you my cloak if you are chilled by the descending night. I am warm in the space of Your smile, basted in your most Gracious Presence & I wait here at the end of all that is for the beginning of all that is to come. Please take a moment to show me the achievements which draw me closer into Your embrace. I promise now, my God, I promise my life to You, if You will take the strand of divine DNA I represent & work me into the Plan wherever I fit.

I feel as though I never knew You before as I do now. And, to a point, this is true. I also feel I knew you beyond eternity, before beginnings & I love the thought that before I was even born You knew me well, you knew my name. I have been a nightlight in the darkness but I’m headed now into lumens & luminosity as have been never before been seen in my corner of Your world. I am poised to step forward into limitlessness. This is where Your garden grows best, no?

So, You are my prayer now. I shed all doubt, set aside all fear, call angels into my train as I bow my head but only to see the path more clearly. I await Your finger under my chin to lift my face as we behold Each Other. Press me into service, God, express Your Self through me, sing in my soul as the birds build a nest & sing to their eggs. I am the potential of all You would have me accomplish; I am the cause & because of You, also the accomplishment.

Re-create me, Lord, for Your image is all I encounter in every moment. Show me all that I can do for You; the world would have it so. Enlighten me to what comes after Love for it is merging with the Godhead as I reach out to include those around me in Your ineffable joy of recognition.

Thank You for blessing me so!

Love,

Carol