Tag: nature

Sacred Space

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry21 Comments

My place Path to the void The void Sacred Mountain Space

A place that calls to me.

Sunlight and blue sky, clouds,  mountain shadows

And Hawk’s winged cries.

I know this place from

Another time, another heart.

I showed him the pictures, so much like

Mt. Kailash, he agreed.

Time passed, as did he, no chance to see together

No chance to share as before.

We both knew, as did the mountain, by

It’s stars reflected in the lake.

Mystic longings,

A spirit dwelling

Timeless expanse contained

Between the peaks, a space of knowing

A place of soul, eternal.

A portal to the past and a gateway to the future.

Please, Sri, reach for me through the veil, tell me again what I need to hear

You know this place  as I do, I am sitting on the “rock” waiting.

Lift the mists once more and look for me

I will meet you there, I promise

Waiting for J at Star Lake

Summer’s Love

On By MiCoIn faith, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen9 Comments

In the abundance of summer

I am astounded and surrounded by life.

 

A time of growth, lush and green

When the Earth awakens and the cycle of life begins.

 

The trees surround me and hang over my house.

Watching and waiting.

 

They watch us scurry about,

Sometimes missing so much in our haste.

 

But the trees know and in their knowing they stand

As silent sententials with green, growing souls.

 

Makers of light, life and breath,

Keepers of the leaves.

 

I sense their souls, and can feel the strength in their roots

Sunk deeply in the earth.

 

They stretch their arms skyward,

In a silent Om

 

And it radiates from their beings, filling the forest

With its vibrations.

 

Birds answer in kind with song,

And mummers of life stir the forest floor in praise.

 

The summer’s love is not wasted on the indifferent,

The forest sees and remembers.

Each leaf and blade of grass, patch of moss, clump of shrubs

And form of life has a hand in building the harmony of nature.

 

Everything has worth, and a role to play

In the chorus of life in love with the earth.

 

The earth sings her love back

In wind and rain, fire and hope and

 

All of creation rests in harmony.

Of Milkweed Flowers and Fireflies

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry11 Comments

 

The milkweed is heavy with blossoms and

The sweet summer night wind is alive with twinkling lights.

 

Fireflies sparkle in the humid mist,

Rivaling the stars.

 

Heavenly scent from the milkweed feeds my senses,

And the dew-soaked field sings to me in words unspoken.

 

A multitude of flowers, yellow, purple and rose

Gather in bunches around my feet.

 

We are brought together by light and love and

Drink in the sweetness of a night kissed promise.

 

No need for words in this place of wind

Of chi, of night flowers glowing with starshine.

 

I feel the words, I see the sounds.

I dissolve in the starshine and he and I again are one

 

With the night sky and the field of flowers.

Nothing brings him closer to me; nothing brings him closer to my heart.

 

Together we share the beauty of darkness,

Together we walk the field of light at night,

 

And together we say goodbye once more as

The morning comes and the sun’s light melts the mystery,

 

Dries the dew,

And smothers my tears.

 

6/29/15

The Garden at Midnight

On By MiCoIn nature, poetry23 Comments

The soft, gentil darkness is

Speckled with pearls of moon shine.

Pools of starlight gather between

The herbs and Sweet Annie.

Dark sky blends

With dark earth and

Flowers sleep with bowed heads

As if in prayer.

Night creatures gather in a landscape familiar to them and

Foreign to me.

The moonlight plays games

With my eyes;

Changing the colors like magic;

The familiar to the unknown and

Shadows dance across the garden

Laughing at the darkness’s efforts to hide.

The garden grows slowly in the dark.

The breath of starlight its saving grace.

The night sounds, softer than day’s

Mummer in sleepy rhythms

Lulling all to sleep while

Moon lit clouds scuttle across the night sky

As sails on a stormy sea.

But in the end, the fantasy of the night myth ends

And darkness completes its fade to day and

Morning’s magic pulls dewdrops from the sky.

Sun warmed air refreshes the breeze and pushes it on across the fields

Until the cool of the evening halts its step

And the night rhythms begin again.

Solstice Sisters

On By MiCoIn faith, family, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen15 Comments

Sisters at Solstice

Close in every way.

Tied together by heart strings,

Communing, sharing, boundless souls.

Summer eve’s fire of light and drums brings us together.

We woman are drummers, playing the rhythm of life.

Givers of life, keepers of souls,

Ours and others, together in harmony.

Old friends and new, first and last.

Time is no separator, souls know no distance.

Heart words flow and sage cleans as

we face our fears and hopes, hand in hand.

The vale is lifted,

The curtain swept back.

The darkness is soft and warm

with the fullness of life.

The fire light defines the dark and

our spirit moves freely between them.

Light and dark can not exist without each other,

like tear drops and smiles.

Throughout the evening, our emotions run high and then crash to

the depths and are full of hope and love, happiness and tears.

For we are women of soul, of life

and darkness, of love and laughter and light.

Sisters united in our love of life and love for each other.

Solstice sisters, inseparable, together in life and heart, always.

Earth Smiles

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry7 Comments

To die into life,

A concept I can feel once again.

The leaves rustle in the wind and

Flowers grow and bloom in beautiful colors, they know how.

The sun rises and fuels life and

God rises and fuels love.

I can feel myself within each leaf,

Within every tree as part of its soul, its being.

A massive explosion of summer, a season of rebirth.

The land bursting forth with the love of life.

Every inch of earth covered.

Activity never ending.

Creatures of the dark, creatures of the light,

all working together, all encompassing.

I feel myself in each one of them,

some sightless under the earth, some soaring above.

The large and the small, all components

Of creation, all within me and I within them.

The forest is reaching out to me,

welcoming me home, embracing me with vibrations of spirit

The waves of acceptance have returned and

The separateness that has clouded my heart for three years is gone.

We all reside together as one and

I am thankful all is as it used to be, as it should be.

My cats’ eyes are alight with the knowing,

And the earth smiles in agreement.

Lace Curtains and Newborn Leaves

On By MiCoIn faith, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen3 Comments

Through my lace curtains I see spring’s newborn leaves.

I listen to the robin’s song outside my window, and it takes me away, back to the past.

My past, a time that was filled with babies and hope,

New beginnings and the beauty of life and family.

Spring was a time of rebirth, a time to celebrate winters long awaited end and

Welcome the bright baby smiles and appreciate the dirty little handprints, everywhere!

A time of fresh air and sunshine, of growing my gardens and my babies.

Those precious little ones with tan lines around their diapers, dirty faces and shining, healthy eyes.

Love and laughter filled my yard

With the truth of place and isness.

And now the years have passed and

My little ones are gown with little ones of their own,

But the process stays the same and the cycle of seasons continues.

Another winter ends and another spring begins:

The soft, warm earth and gardens freshly tilled

Wait to be planted.

All is in flux, the grass greens overnight.

It has been a long time coming; winter was slow to release its grip,

But when the process begins, spring

Races to the finish, there is no time to waste!

A short season, an urgent explosion of

Light, warmth and beauty.

Flowery days and soft evening rains,

The perfect recipe for growth.

Seed packets clutter my house at planting time,

Filling it with the promise of life.

My jean’s pockets are overflowing with torn seed packet tops,

A shower of confetti on laundry day.

Springtime laundry is wonderful, I use the clothesline and watch the sheets and towels

Snap and wave in the fresh baby breezes,

The sun-dried laundry brings the scent of spring to my bed and body,

Soaking me in the beauty of spring’s essence.

As in the past, I am once again the sower of seeds,

But now the grandmother of the new little souls,

The ones with the bright smiles, dirty hands and faces,

And shining, healthy eyes!

The years fly by in a blur and the cycles of life continue.

The seasonal shifts are dependable in their completeness and predictability.

Spring always brings a new beginning, with promise, love and light, just as surely as the robin’s song continues to transport me back to a place, a time and a way of life I will forever cherish.

Magic at Midnight

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen11 Comments

Midnight, the night is deep,

Darkness complete.

Time is right, magic is in the air.

A fog of silence and forgetfulness rolls in and settles between the trees.

They creak and groan as the soil around them releases its hold and

The forest floor itself moves and then rolls away, dissolving into the fog.

Exposed roots and life bask in the dankness of the new moon as

the night creatures rise to stare in wonder at the unfamiliar sky.

The remaining soil becomes transparent and the life below is revealed.

Beds of moss hold sleeping creatures and startled owls take flight.

Another world, one of roots and life,  rocks and tunnels

A world of soft, dark, warmth and welcome.

The very place where life began, the essence of creation,

where soil and water, life and earth mixed together to hold the seeds of the future planted there.

Planting the future, with God’s hand and love until

Daylight brings the magic to an end.

Soil solidifies and

The forest floor is rolled back into place.

The underground world breaths deep and is content once again

To remain hidden, and hold its secrets close.

Safe in its disguise, all is hidden.

Magic sleeps and the owls come home to rest.

All is quiet and held in secret silence

Until that strange scent of mystery is in the air

and the fog of new moon and magic reveal

the life and love of the hidden world.

A Season of Growth

On By MiCoIn nature, poetry3 Comments

Translucent fresh green fir branches

In morning angled sunlight.

Winter’s leftovers scattered in

Shaded patches of snow.

Flatten forest litter, autumn’s evidence blended with

The woodland floor, the stage is set for the next act.

Fresh green pachysandra shows first through the

Dried leaves, a promise of the greening to come.

The cool breeze stops for a second and my body is instantly

Warmed by the sun, from the inside out.

The Dark trunks and branches now etched across the sky

Will soon be hidden by a torrent of green to remain

Hidden away until autumn revels the bones.

The roar of the falls is back,

The encasement of ice has melted and the

Water and sound flow freely once more.

Open spring evening windows let in the

Voice of falls and peepers, owls and fox.

It is the sound track of the season of birth and growth, begun in

Earnest almost as if it knows of its time is limited in the cycle of seasons.

A short time of fevered growth, life shared and reproduced.

A lifetime in a season, until the year’s circle revolves and

The long time of quiet, white, rest

Returns again.