Jan-Feb 2006 Collection

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viewpoints
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by singing grass
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why do tempests
hang out in teapots?
cereal reality
cerebral ingenuity
awakening
to darkness unfolding
into light eternal
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love
is there a word above corruption?
corruption
life
eating life
it's natural
it's all in what
we recognize
as life
in how we react
to variations
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coalesce into union
divine intervention
divine intravention
divine invention
are we all
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winter whimsy
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by singing grass
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where have all the flowers gone?
we are all around you
and you are one too
and we are all part of the same field
diverse grasses and blooms
all connected to the earth
the mother womb
the moving creatures
connected through
their
feet
their
breath
their
blood
their
spirit
as we all are one
our biosphere
the skin of
our mother earth
the nucleus
of our dimensional universe
our inter-intra-dimensional
infinitely layered universe
(aka god
when by god i mean everything
all that is of which i am part
words are funny things
no matter how much you define them
refine or confine them)
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reality agent
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by singing grass
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reactive
reagent
of god
reaction
reflects
light
like the moon
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open the door
and god will enter
all being
into one
as each becomes
an appendage of god
as each becomes
a cell, a molecule, an atom
of god
as we become
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all being a metaphor
an illusionary allusion
of nothing
of everything
waving
concentrating into dimensions
of existence
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we're all the universe
experiencing
itself
imagining
it's self
in infinite
directions
dimensions
perspectives
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wouldn't you if you were god?
oh yeah, you are :-)
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compassion is never wrong
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pandora's box
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by singing grass
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my sexuality
is a pandora's box
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unquenchable curiousity
thirst for new experience
primal desires
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being highly reactive
responsive
reflective
i become what is desired
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mistrust
bred from pain
in reflecting
nightmares
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mistrust
combined
in a vaccuum
heals into
love beyond trust
and trust in love
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mistrust
in self
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until
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it ascends into
self-love
and the box
is safely locked
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liquid desire
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by singing grass
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snake skin clouding snake eyes
before drying to crystal clarity
before it is shed
leaving a gleaming empty reflection
of the serpent now renewed

so the colourful
the metamorphic
metaphoric
caterpillar
leaves the mushroom
to become
to be reborn
to fly in reality
as he once flew in smoke
tranlucent transitions
transparent awareness
as we transfer the job of parenting our selves
to our self

victors of hope
ever reborn
mentors of peace
students of peace
ever sought
peace
love
compassion
forgiveness
harmony

sharing in gratitude
with all-self
in peace, in hope
to us--as is
does sweeter lie the misconception
of fear's disception?

arise into the land of brightness
sing into the echoing wells
reaching infinitely within
opening, receiving infinitely without
the continuous source
from nothing
comes everything
and the pattern is woven
by weavers blind

we are fate
we are destiny
we are all
we are one
but that doesn't make us borg...
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Eagle
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by singing grass
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my 7-year-old daughter just identified the feather on my staff
she was looking at a nature book
and recognized it
in the picture
of a young bald eagle
it was the same
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Eagle
is one of my son'smiddle names
in honour of themany beautiful
and close
eagle sightings
we experienced
when I was pregnant
with him
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at the cabin
that summer
for the first and only time since
I saw a bald eagle
on a rock in the lake
fishing at dusk
as I was pondering
the name
of our child to be
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I said to him:
'dear eagle,
if you would like to
be in my son's name,
please leave me a feather'
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the eagle flew away
and we rowed
out to the rock
where we found floating
a small white feather
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many years later
I found myself
fallen into dark places
within
nd I found myself
wanting to die
to do what I had sworn
I would never do to my children
I'd somehow convinced myself
that they'd be better off
so far had I fallen
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I went into the woods
on a cliff
overlooking the ocean
and spent a wet cold
night
huddled over a sheltered fire
I'd made with boards
and nature embraced me
with its lifeforce
in a melodious hug
that filled me
that healed me
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a month later
on a warm bright day
I returned with my husband
and children
to the lookoff
to share with them
the grace and beauty
of this place
where mommy spent
a cold wet night
curled up beneath a young spruce
on a high boulder
encircled by trees
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and as we stepped out
to the spectacular lookoff
there lay a big beautiful
eagle feather
that now hangs from my staff
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compulsion
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by singing grass
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compulsion gives unction
to condusive conjunctions
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exacting detail exacts nefarious tolls
leaving one tired and full of holes
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concordance rewards us
expulsion repulses
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intertwining strings
sometimes get tangled
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angel
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by singing grass
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out of the hall of angels
she glided on silken threads
grace kissed her forehead
leaving a twinkling
diamond dew drop
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billowing clouds of
long ivory feathers
flowed softly from
her back
carrying her through
white cloud mist
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billowing clouds
of long black silk
flowed from her
golden crown of stars
circling above
a golden face
set with lips of wine
gently smiling
and deep emerald eyes
of pooling light
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floating into dreams
healing through love's
eternal magic
angel of night
light of darkness
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alive
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by singing grass
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errata rapture
escaping from
apparent sources
of unlimited anxiety
the need to do what i know needs to be done
vs
the need to relax into the play of creation
knowing
the first needs to learn
to respond like the second
transformingthe response
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poor lab rats run
in destiny's cage
happy lab rats
safe in destiny's embrace
always seeking the beyond
always returningto habituated life
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angels crescending
in waves of sacred music
experiencing without
reflecting within
experiencing within
reflecting without
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blessed are we ascending
the spiral of life
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the stairway to heaven
flows up and down
and one is sometimes uncomfortable
in their directional uncertainty
and one sometimes revels
and dances enlightened
in life's infinite surprises
in its rediscovery
in its details
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old and newappear like flashes
in the ever is
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one must learn to carry
the divine experience into
each moment
regardless of circumstance
in order to chaos
in order to light and love
in order to peace
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we're all going
from where we were
to where we will be
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where we are is
always where we are
and it always progresses
as is life
in its infinite moving
infinite changing
infinite possibility
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much easier to ride the wave
than to be in control
when one is indecisive
when one is curious
when one is alive
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safari
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by singing grass
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ascension pursuedby suffering
suffering pursuedby ascension
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this is heaven and hell
all here, all now
in the moment
the eternal motion of the ocean waves
crashing on the shores of infinity
surf's up
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intuitive abstract paintings: http://www.singinggrass.com/
writing:http://singinggrass.blogspot.com/
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love
gratitude
respect
harmony
peace
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