poem in your pocket day ~ ~ flight
new wreath
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old dry ecologies
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peach y tree
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Walking. Nice in the spring--a not quite born spring (maybe i am not quite born yet too), but the preparations are showing. Everything is heightened.
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The past few days, so wonderful outdoors.
Saw a huge hawk gliding close in the trees; me on the ground full of longing, to float simply in the air like that; to ride invisible currents. To release mind and body, enter the weightless. Wind ruffled up the feathers. The hawk made swooping circles over the trees and then seemed to loop rounds around the sun. To watch the beauty, I put my hand up, covering the sun from my eyes. Then, while looking up the hawk appeared to circle my upturned hand. A wonderful, rare perspective. (Not good for eyesight, but worth it.)
Why do we so often take birds as sudden omens. Not the little chirpers so abuntanly around; whose voices are waking me early every morning now; its the best alarm clock their spring songs.
Its the large, voicy, powerful birds, we love to claim, to connect with, to use mystically as our own thoughts turned outward somehow. Aids to our souls. Generations back, certain women in my family thought a bird coming near, or in a window (God forbid) symbolized an approacing death. I always disagreed. We have that old idea that storks bring babies, so maybe they thought birds are givers, so therefore also "takers back" of loved people.
To me, the bird spirit comes as psychic power, freedom. Movement in the literal lightness of being.
Sometimes mediation itself is like being a bird, on the inner realm we are full of such sweet & tender light and wind swept places. Symbolically, we are full of animalistic carriers of messages and dreams, too. Old wives tales mingle with mystics and mythologies, all of it comes purely, "out of" the inner collective soul of humanity. It must mean something. Doesn't it?
Maybe just this: we are all of one luminous cloth. Spread out, singing... animal, plant, water and human being. Ideas, dreams, inventions, ALL of us connected (and trying to remember) the higher, flying, light drenched dream. The birds remember. Do we?
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On April 17th ...
Academy of American Poets welcomes everyone to Celebrate the first national Poem In Your Pocket Day!
Good suggestions on their webpage, how to join in--to post on your blog, or read to someone. If you want, you can bring poetry here to me--in fact, i insist! :)
It doesn't have to be your own, (though most people visiting could write or draw or sing or skip a poem so easily)! Yes, skipping is poetry. Dancing around the house in your undergarments is poetry. I say it is ... :) As I see it, most bloggers are alive to poetry in general, sharing the rhythms of their souls.
Which I do appreciate deeply!
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Also from the Academy of American Poets every year around this time a poster appears in the mail... this year's.
Other favorites, Emily D, Walt Whitman in 3D, the design is like a depth of field puzzle.
I like way better when they send the latest prize winning poetry books... I am always forget they're coming so its a nice surprise.
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