Raccoon

How will I know…

Which way to go?

Which step is next?

Say yes or no?

I try to listen

To my “Inner Voice”–

Let this dear body

Guide my choice.

One thing feels better–

A little more right.

But still it’s hard,

I want some LIGHT

To shine on in,

Brighten up this quest

With clear guidance

So I can rest!

Which light is that?

The “ME” who knows–

“Higher Self” in the sky

Or in my toes…

Learning to live

I n t u i t i v e l y

Seems a crucial step

In becoming FREE.

An open heart

In life’s big game,

Will help us learn

From whence we came.

I wish it was

An easier task,

But I guess step one

Is “remove the MASK

Be fully myself,

Wide open and true,

Revealed to the world…

....And born anew.

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(These past few months of my nomadic journey I’ve been seeing a LOT of raccoons.  I decided to write a poem in honor of what I thought was raccoon’s symbolic message for me…)

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Dreams that BLOOM

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GROW your garden…

(YEAH!)

Grow it TALL…

The flowers and the creatures

And the fairies a l l

Want you to prosper,

Want you to THRIVE…

With a sweet garden

Where you can dive

Under the bushes

And inside the trees–

The energies will embrace you:

Birds, plants, and bees!

When you are struggling

And when HAPPY, too,

The garden’s a place

Of healing for you.

So…don’t delay now:

Find a piece of earth!

Connect with the mother

Who wants to give BIRTH

To a very special spot

Just perfect for you–

A garden for growing

Dreams that BLOOM.

 

(“Inspired Garden” painting – acrylic on wood panel – by the author)

Sasquatch?

“Who ate my apple?’

Was the first thing I said

When I woke up that morning

With camper’s head.

I’d put trash in a bag

Up in a tall tree

And in it an apple

Too mealy to eat.

At dawn, I awoke

And the whole bag was GONE!

No noise, mess, or snaggle–

Just a branch that was torn

Straight off the tree

As if it were twisted…

Could a bear do that?

If so, I’ve missed it…

Years as a camper

And never I’ve seen

A bear steal food

So neatly, so clean.

This job was perfect.

I pondered who’d done it.

Racoon, bear, or skunk…

Or Sasquatch?

        Dream on it….

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago while thinking about the very curious experience {described in the poem} that I had on a 5 day solo “Vision Quest” in the Chiracahua mountains in Arizona several years ago.  I love a good MYSTERY!)

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(I wrote this poem a few years ago for a poetry class at the U of Arizona.  Was looking for something else on my computer this morning and came across it.  Seemed appropriate for today–the first day of Scorpio, the sign of my birth.  Muladhara, for those who do not know, is the “root chakra” in yoga (Sanscrit).  This poem is about my symbolic associations to that energy center.)

…             …            …

Warm snakes in black caldron

Their broth, my blood…

…             …            …

Red fire dances madly–

Ignites orange wheels of passion

Obsidian stakes dive deep

Into the ground.

…             …            …

Root channel, source of all energy

Fierce Goddess Power

Dark, darker, darkness

…             …            …

Persephone’s Journey

Begins with you–

Serpent Mother Magic

…             …            …

Kali Pele Shiva Shakti

Dance of DEATH before CREATION

Mystery Keeper’s Secret Weaver–

Dragon grows in deepest lair…

…             …            …

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(acrylic panting “Muladhara Chakra” by the author–original canvas has black feathers hanging on black satin ribbon along the bottom edge.)

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

Her Dark Majesty…

Oooooo

The Goddess of Death.

Oooooo

What frightens you?

Oooooo

That I would lose this sweet chance

Oooooo

To engage LIFE

Oooooo

With no fear in my heart.

Oooooo

The time is NOW…

Oooooo

To live with more s p a c e.

Oooooo

I want to know my depths.

Oooooo

Your Mystery is HERE…

Oooooo

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

I have waited for you.

Spiral Center

I’m goin’ down

To the Spiral Center

To meet my soul

In her gypsy splendor.

 

What we’re gonna do

When I arrive

Is share some plans

So I can thrive!

 

My Gypsy Soul

She’s got a Dream–

A path for me

Laid by my team.

 

Up in the sky,

In the spirit world–

Before I was born

The spiral curled!

 

The time has come

To find my way

Around the spiral

So my soul can play!

 

And when I reach

That golden center

The “sweet spot”

I soon will enter…

 

It’s in this spot

In the heart of me

That I’ll live my Dream

And  set  the  Gypsy  free.  

 

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(“Spiral Center” oil pastel by the author)