to bury us
in the knotted masks of tall grasses
before setting fire to the cairn of chaff
~
our children
lie dormant
as seeds of light
~
we
as we were
are gone forever
~
now
defying gravity
I am here to witness
love breathing
~
through my own flesh
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painting: J.H. White 2007
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I want to thank my fellow traveler, Geo Sans. Even though it is a solitary journey, no one goes alone.
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Poetry of Light 
“Love breathing/through my own flesh…” beautiful and true. Love to you and Geo Sans…and everyone
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Thank you Chloe….the phrase layers into deeper meaning for me each time it surfaces.
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‘knotted masks of tall grasses’ -‘seeds of light’ – great images.
‘In the silent sacred ground,
roots and seeds are dreaming.’
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Thank you Teri. The images flash with the deepest emotion sometimes overwhelming… cellular memory.
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“I was but a seed
Intended to grow” · Terry Shepherd
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nothing
sadder
than a seed
that will never know
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deep
in their roots
all flowers
keep
the light
~
theodore roethke
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Thank you Geo…..I dreamt last night that I am a flower without seasons traveling in my roots. Holding time at bay.
I feel I’ve let go in every way only then to go deeper still
There is no letting go… why would I?
There is no carrying… there is nothing to carry
All I can do is bloom
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we are air
seedlings
eternal winds
flowing
scattering myths
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somewhere
on earth
at every moment
flowers radiating colours
shining
~
blooming
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Quite beautiful, the last full stanza in particular. Wonderful depth of experience and feeling. Thank you, be well~
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existence…how we go through the meaning…as we go through…nice, J…
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Thank you Virgilio. Sometimes I feel in a tangle of roots…how I go through the meaning… becoming as I go
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reading the poem I held my breath and then your painting exhaled through me. I was shaken by the experience. Thank you,
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Thank you from my heart. To be able to express the deepest stories and be heard …is a blessing.
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witnessing
knotted cairns
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günter grass
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2005/sep/10/art
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enjoying your play on words…
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“our children…lie dormant…as seeds of light”….I think we need to have these children wake up–it does not seem that the adults are awake…
great poem!
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absolutely stunning
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