#NaPoWriMo 26 For Whom is the Honey Made?

Why does the bee labour so?

Why do the blossoms come?

Why has the honeycomb stood?

So long in this trusted wood?

For whom is the honey made?

For man, for beast, for micro mind?

For metamorphic clocks of time?

Why have we come to drink our own?

And murder so the host that binds?

For whom is the honey made?

Ask yourself, while there is still time.

#NaPoWriMo 26
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#NaPoWriMo 24

You pass through my body in moments of which I feel need … the sheet of your shadow creasing into my bones … as is you are in this very room … motioning the air about in rub tickle tones of molecular slow and salty tangos … the way someone might on a train caught in the sliver shot of a fall rush … people pass hiding they felt a spark … hand brushing the back, a wool coat … that back leaning into a woman’s breast, grazing her into a soft silence … I look up from my work searching the room for your coffee brown eyes … seeking some spark of synaptic contact we wove in voice overs on the phone when winter was brutal … shut in and shouting out for some humanity to hear and claim us … If I can’t have your hands I’d settle for your eyes on me  … in resting moments I lay the blanket of your Self upon me … tucking your head under my chin, your arms encompassing me … I listen to the changing rhythms of my heartbeat and I sleep … you whisper there will be cooked beans when I awaken and leave the kindest parts of you behind to keep me warm … my eyes close as you leave the room… the door cracked only a little bit … You pass through me at times …

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#NaPoWriMo 23

I am the needle … said Soul and you my magnet … Let me thread you with the silk of my aching desires … I will dead pan plumb the gravity line of your afflictions … Roll the lacing thusly thrice, the Knot of Wisdom catching in blessed assurance the tatter edge of mend~less muscle … Between the stippled patterns inquire, where the cog line binds … Bathe me in myrrh, wine, and Balms of Gilead … that I shall be suchered into your heart … We becoming as One burning engorged vessel …polarized by the spiritual compass of the Holy Ghost and the fire of mechanistic mystics …

 #NaPoWriMo 23

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#NaPoWriMo 21

You say I work too much,

But I can’t get enough work done,

To get me close to you,

There aren’t enough hours in the day,

Or moments in the brief time we exchange,

To soak you up so I won’t dry out,

So, I won’t need to come for another drink of you,

I try to lasso the sun and stop it from setting,

Everyday it drags me down with it,

Into the night of I have to go now,

Tomorrow is coming,

There is not stopping it.

At least I know each day,

The light had to pass through you to get to me,

Can we at least share the moonlight?

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#NaPoWriMo 20

Was I dreaming of the snails or were the snails dreaming of me?

It will be a long ordeal now… this arriving at the door of happiness … silver has been sold for you, Mountain Man … that would never have been gifted to another not even in death … yours was the most sacred of trusts … Do we heal from the inside out where the soul light stirs closest to the truth of our wounds … or from the salves of the world’s doing ? … it is in joining that we heal … it has always been … the thirst for your mouth deeper still budding in the furrows of my heart song … to be inundated by how we laughed at our human cleverness … Tumble tossed key, locks scramble ordered before Alexander or Napoleon … either yield the same solutions … break us all by the years … by the thousands and we will bow still and justly before the Law of the King of soul … Lavender scented skin and the way my hair would have fallen about your face… when the world was lost Eleventh Universe electric slow ride … Home … you are my home … dreams to awakening … hope to tears … and such blessed growth for which I am ever thankful … yet, … today, I remain homeless.

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Circle of We #NaPoWriMo 9

It is most

simple and once more

the greatest test to be whole …

a choice of who I am, from the time we are

born? … the ever reaching ringlets of you and I …

brushing each other’s vibratory signature … as fingerprints

in rain hand dancing blind ballets … we will always arrive where we

began … return to the doorway from which we entered this life … nimbus

knelt and fetal felt in a womb wound humble grace … spinning our childhood

charades crowned in laurels of dandelion chains … these are the gold disks we

buy our fortunes with … yet, we give ourselves to love one day … silver circlets

on our fingers place … for peace, for hope, for care’s embrace … through years

and lives the circles trace, enfold, include, and ever bring us back again … our

Self, conception, spark and soul, the energy each light’s breach holds …

for we are born and made to last … as ever love in a chamber of

another heart cast … as you are mine, I am your’s to be …

Shall we ever encircle the love of We … with all

the light we can bring to bear on

our life until our cirle

together shall

cease to be.

#NaPoWriMo 9

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My Circle elongated in translation 🙂

Beauty from Julie Sopetran’s Blog

A Stunning and Beautiful Tutorial for Children to learn the Trees this spring also a wonderful site on Word Press for Poetry and the Wisdom of Life. I encourage you to visit this site and share it with others.

Haikus For Children to Learn the Trees

by Julie Sopetran

https://eltiempohabitado.wordpress.com/haikus-para-ninos-aprender-de-los-arboles/

Get to know the extraordinary woman who created this blog.

Julie Sopetran Do You Want to Know?

https://eltiempohabitado.wordpress.com/%C2%BFquieres-conocerme/

 Gracias and Thank You Julie for being a Wise Woman, Mentor, and Grand Mother. God Bless You.