poems
Wonderful is triumphant:
Real. Glorious! True-colours shining.
it is what keeps us going
when we don’t feel we can…
Wonderful requires Namaste eyes:
fully-open to Wonder-full-ness
consciously choosing to look
with loving and healing…
Wonderful does not look ‘perfect’:
…untainted, sans scars or blemishes
no colours or drawing outside the lines…
Unnatural. Unauthentic. Unattainable.
Wonderful is the celebration:
as Love
transforms broken…
into whole and holy and beautiful…
1. Of obscure origins
conceived deep within,
a zygotic what?
from nether-worlds,
unasked for
mysterious…
Woman-fire – lighting the cosmos.
Birthed on an ancient hearth
of sun-and-stone, flesh-and-blood…
fuelled by exploding-stars,
fanned by Goddess-breath.
My perfect child
loves swings in the park,
runs all the day
and then wakes in the dark –
falls out of trees
gets mud on new shoes,
tells parents’ secrets
at school when it’s ‘News’.
Part 1: Morning
Warning:
I am not a morning person.
2 cups of tea minimum
to string a few words together…
1. The falling of a dark rain
of escaping eucalypt-leaves,
dropping black and silent
charcoal-coloured leaf-litter
falling from no-where…
Homeless.