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Can You Feel Me?


A white magnolia called to me
from across the balcony
she said
break me
I did
I breathed in her essence
which attracted the attention
of my students
those closest to me
after the first two
I said
pass it around
and I watched her
in her white purity
passed around the room
giving of her essence
so unquestioningly
she breathed
and we all breathed with her
there is no lack
only this moment
can you feel me?

The Fragrance of Presence


I watch myself
getting all bunched up inside
hoping for this or that outcome,
this or that experience,
and meanwhile
the earth is spinning
as it always has
and the birds are singing
and the wind is blowing
and clouds passing by
temporarily obscure the sun,
making the bursts of light
more beautiful, more meaningful.
My breath is the key to presence
and I meditate to remember this.
Most of the time I forget,
but this is a practice…
and so I cultivate patience.
It seems like a humble thing to grow,
but once the roots are established
and the plant blooms,
the sturdy flowers will bless
all who look upon them,
all who breathe in the fragrance
of presence.

NaPoWriMo Day 8: The Most Precious Flower


You cannot see it,
but it is the most beautiful flower of all.
Cannot smell it
but it exudes the most precious fragrance.
Cannot hold it
because it holds you.
Cannot taste it
but its flavor is everywhere.
This flower never withers and dies
but expands exponentially
for all of time
I wonder…
when I am old and withering
what will the flower
of my consciousness
be like?
How bright will it shine?
And how far will its petals reach
across the hearts and minds
of my fellow humans?
And what splendors will the garden
of this consciousness hold?

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to write about a flower. I love flowers and couldn’t pick just one and attempt to do it justice.  So I went for a metaphorical flower instead.  The flowering of human consciousness is a beautiful story to me.

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Heirloom Seed Inspiration: Cosmos


A cosmos of
bright lights,
orange memories
and Mona’s picotee*
sea shells mixed
with endless sensation…
It is so vibrant
in this garden,
this cosmic garden of life.

NaPoWriMo Day 5.  I found the prompt a little “out there,” but maybe that’s because I was expecting an invitation to write with something more technical, like a perfectly planned pentameter. Anyhow, I went searching for seeds and ended up colliding with the cosmos.  If nothing else, I enjoyed seeing pictures of flowers, corn, carrots, tomatoes, radishes, watermelon…now I’m hungry and my head is full of vibrant images.  So I guess you could say I enjoyed this exercise in the end.
* I had to look this one up…in reference to flowers a picotee is a variety in which the petals have an outer margin of a different color.  See the picture below; you can just make out in the foreground a flower with soft pink petals and then a thin magenta margin at the ends.


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