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Whirling Dervish

Tight and slow with winter chill We were received into creation. Music strummed our lighted limbs. We were Venus and Mars. Earth centered our whirl and we warmed. Our hearts opened into ‘yes.’
Empty as space and full as eggs, Spinning chakras of a dance studio. Crying at the voice of the ‘call of the soul,’ Joyously answered. Creatures of earth en-souled. We remembered the big bang Back when we were stars, Sneezing planets into being.
Orbits force spiraled energy, Like old dusters we spun away the junk, Opening our minds to catch the fractal light. He channeled stars and I could hear. Mercury spoke where language faltered. We became ourselves again, as light.
Some were sick and wild with homecoming, Others danced their lifetimes of spinning. Spinning tops, laughing, falling, followed - A comets tail arced the room. White lights whirled above and below, Spinning colours of red, blue and violet, Scent of flowers, bread and even fish. All perfect in the dream of end’s beginning.
My eyes burned after, I was spent. …

I Am a Horse

I must be a horse. Slim limbs twitch hyperactive, Spacious eyes on every gate. Irritation ripples them easily, They pound the ground, away.
Dangerous when hostile; Willful beasts, prone to kicking and Snorting their temper all chunky veined. Mouthy and Hyper-responsive. Uncontrollable, unless broken.
Easily damaged, they abhor force. Mild as doves, then bold they run To find remembered spacious fields Away from the herd. I am a horse.
Leanne Margaret copyright 2015

Maroon Pride

Her armrest rumbled loose, His maroon pride: “This is how a real engine sounds.” Leather, dusty as an old man’s couch, My eyes tighten against wheezy vents.
Second gear jabs my ears, Skull shuddering Throb of oxygen, Ribcage resists.
Teeth set stiff as a Cheshire cat, Laughing at his trophy: “My brain hurts, Where’s the window button?” Air’s escape relieves some.
When her muffler grates He ‘hi-fives’ his mates! Vintage Prestige Vehicles Are still old cars.

Fig

Crashing down from predators flight
Inky tipped thorn on mountain bright
Covetous of shield of knight
To sever lashings grip of fright.

The desert set the winter free
From summer's fig, to 'Hecate tree'
She dropped her leaves, revealed the bones
Her howling, petrified summer's rose.

Stripped, the branch revealed its source
Trailing, rising, jutting, force
Twisting, ever toward the light
Even through soul's long dark night.

Seasons flowed in streams of change
De-slodging ancient mountain rains
Pinecones calling thought to form
Turning till the stories formed.

Time's mirrored space collected
Dreamtime forests there reflected
Unknowable as spirit veiled
Spirit eyes saw time spun tales.

By such crossing roads were razed
Times multi-headed serpent staged
Mirrored there an older face
Put to death and raised.

So it turns in perfect form
Summer's leaf will colour all
Winter's dreams will-lit with bright
Forging clear a sword of fire.

Arising Ibis path of sight

Winter

Frozen, timeless still
World swirls distant
Bones, resting, now
Patience opens serenity
Resist not, apathy
Winter seeds rest.
Rest
Rest seeds winter
Apathy, not resist
Serenity opens patience
Now resting bones
Distant swirls world
Still, timeless, frozen.

Leanne Margaret copyright 2011

Creatorship

I
Am you
You are me
Matrix weaves of we
The mirror of world seen
Projections eyes of sweet and mean
Blinding knots unravel and release their steam
Veils lift away between the worlds that be
Fully revealed picture of our plans that held form
Refining the edges, shaping empty spaces for a you-in-verse formed.

Leanne Margaret copyright 2013

Five Things I Learned From My Cat

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Settling into my new funky apartment took a long time.My emotionally challenged cat appeared to be settling in better that me and I wondered how she seemed to know how to relax in our new home.I began to watch her, taking notice of her routines.I was writing a book at the time.Exploring human emotion formed part of this work, initiating an understanding of ‘creature consciousness.’In our mechanized, computerized world, it’s easy to forget ‘creature consciousness.’ Living energy runs in cycles, organic and sometimes unpredictable, naturally seeking to balance itself with its expression.I began to learn from my cat, as ‘animal guide,’ a ‘teacher’ of what it is to be a ‘feeling’ human.I had been too long a ‘thinking’ human, a ‘doing’ human, needing to balance and prevent the regular burnouts stunting my life.I learned five ‘creature comforts’ from my animal teacher.
Find Sunny Places:Cats are the first to find that sunny spot.Putting my desk by the window in the sun made me want to sit the…

Strawberry Seasons

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I am a recovering 'tree-changer,' now settled back into the suburbs, but I learned some valuable life lessons from strawberries.  Their seasons taught me about flow, about predators on the hunt, patience and restraint.  I learned about the life-force and its constantly changing cycles.

They grew spontaneously, most likely from compost scraps, on the sunny side of the garden next to a large water tank.  An ever-flowing mountain stream gushed at the foot of the garden, fertilising the air the strawberries breathed.  They snuck up on me each summer of my three year mountain retreat, as I shuddered still whining from vicious winters.

The strawberries sweetly showed me how life energy waxes and wanes, like the moon governing the swelling and retreat of ocean tides.  An industrialised mind seeks constant growth, continuous all through the day and night production.  This is not how living energy flows.  I can't just make more strawberries to respond to the demands of today's …

Lonely People

All the lonely people
Where have they all gone?
Spinning lights of World Wide Web
Each can uTube their own songs.
All the lonely people
The freakish and the weird
Judged lost, in wheels of human race
They weave colours bright and new
Weaving tomorrows world
The meek are inheriting.

Leanne Margaret (copyright 2013)

Unify

Shiver summer's sneeze
Nature speaks plain
Duality's denial fades
Revolution's opposing storms
Mood's violent, bright seasons
Returning to still, duality fades
Divided we were conquered whole
We limped through the ages to now
Whole we stand and walk with two feet
Weaving will and vision
Flowing streams tween Yin and Yang
Integrating light-full strings
Making bright the halves of things
Competitions end
All One Globe sprouts many feet
Divided how could we ever roll?

Leanne Margaret (copyright 2013)