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August 19 YOU!
what have you done with this web you have spun?
with lies and deceit you folded away any hoped for relief -- beyond anything more than brief
you live as though you could and always would leave lasting prints among the ever- changing true
all longings renewed Your alone and lonely, I outgrew.
~rom~
this can't be my body the real one I live in how had it gotten so tired with what foes had i conspired? this was not the intended play which I wrote, as my Heart cried: Betrayed! Lost to edgy plots, flamingo-ed yards, neon lined alleys who was not a prisoner taken? Whose Life and Loved Torn and Shaken? To live is to die in another lullaby. To rise again, Your mind curious and then? Back to here when, Castles in the sand, Hand over hand We tried to hold the veil, Divide the seas with our white sail But evening came and we found no place Where the two of us could live as One.
This is a sad affair...the air filled with the scent of orchids purple in the night. Yet none enough to pass the cost, Of sharing love's tender, razored fright.
It's nothing left to fight for Just emptiness where LOVING should be And from the long and waited need Voices shouted down the surf, the tempestuous sea.
A window opens, reveals its feel More than that it cannot do We stood in that window with hearts Dizzyingly unreal
Perhaps the love of my curious Soul Will one day follow my gaze I expect nothing in the end And there will be that end.
Where? When? How? Why?
The answer's just the same, we play more games, always arriving back to the dance That for all we cannot call back.
~rom~
 Today I lost a piece of me Something golden and glowing Between two hearts remaining free Through unknown winds blowing In the shadows of breath upon the sea
Even confined to harsh shells, we were at once alone in our going Sadly enhanced by the spell of our dance We held beliefs beyond any common knowing From page to page, we drew our chance
Yet still questioned the unrecognized The ill growth of humanity's sowing Chiseling reigns into marbled Hope We clung to the Strength of Spirit flowing Of love and memory and what Possibility Spoke
Now our event horizon has snapped back Into an alone and lonely bestowing I am wrenched by the loss of our physical regain Now gone is the suffering and the painful lowering The measure of your gentle Soul I will know again In this remembrance of our strange encore I see the Beauty of your graceful hands Sculpting fine that especially beautiful wing How many lifetimes have we sifted through the sands? Now we are in Solitary griefs, neither of us hearing Just ONCE MORE the telephone RING!
DREAM, welcome HOME the Dreamer Let no trouble touch her face No fear when she awakes Or any disturbance of Angels bearing Grace Only a fine mystic rain to bathe away that last Quivering shake..
Be encouraged, The Sun Also Rises
~rom~

She was my dearest friend Ever and always and unto no end The loop of connection is not gone May she feel my love until I enter in, And we Begin IT all again...
But just now, Grief has work to do and, however hard this letting go I will begin to review the wealth, Of our latest adventure...affirmed and confirmed. Nothing will be left out
As I draw breath from deeply channeled cores The Ways of these uncharted shores Bids me Welcome Home "You were never alone!"
~rom~
August 02
she died
instead
within her head
no longer wed
to the painfully fed
lies usefully played despicably said
to unleash the frayed
and feverishly led
matted red
thickly betrayed
hearts of Alliances
falsely laid
just another cast replayed
no longer undecided, afraid
she turned away and laid
down the long-delayed
riding the emotional raid
she took up her LIFE unmade
now to become the LIFE
She saved.
 -rumorsofme-
July 20
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it
or fade it,
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul;
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it's not pretty,
every day, and if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up,
after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Kali Munro, M.Ed., Psychotherapist 416 929-4612 email@KaliMunro.com www.KaliMunro.com
VISITING POET
Prelude
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
What if it truly doesn't matter what you do but how you do whatever you do?
How would this change what you choose to do with your life?
What if you could be more present and open-hearted with each person you
encounter working as a cashier in the corner store, a parking lot attendant
or filing clerk than you could if you were striving to do something you
think is more important?
How would this change how you want to spend your precious time on this earth?
What if your contribution to the world and the fulfillment of you own
happiness is not dependent upon discovering a better method of prayer or
technique of meditation, not dependent upon reading the right book or
attending the right seminar, but upon really seeing and deeply appreciating
yourself and the world as they are right now?
How would this effect your search for spiritual development?
What if there is no need to change, no need to try and transform yourself
into someone who is more compassionate, more present, more loving or wise?
How would this effect all the places in your life where you are endlessly trying to be better?
What if the task is simply to unfold, to become who you already are in your
essential nature - gentle, compassionate and capable of living fully and
passionately present?
How would this effect how you feel when you wake up in the morning?
What if who you essentially are right now is all that you are ever going to be?
How would this effect how you feel about your future?
What if the essence of who you are and always have been is enough?
How would this effect how you see and feel about your past?
What if the question is not why am I so infrequently the person I really
want to be, but why do I so infrequently want to be the person I really am?
How would this change what you think you have to learn?
What if becoming who and what we truly are happens not through striving and
trying but by recognizing and receiving the people and places and practices
that offer us the warmth of encouragement we need to unfold?
How would this shape the choices you have to make about how to spend today?
What if you knew that the impulse to move in a way that creates beauty in
the world will arise from deep within and guide you every time you simply
pay attention and wait?
How would this shape your stillness, your movement, your willingness to
follow this impulse, to just let go and dance?
July 19 VISIONS OF EARTH, WE SHARE TODAY
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July 15
I Held a Jewel in My Fingers
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Emily Dickinson and is not sad to wonder about those whose time it is to keep, forgets the eternal true that time and tide for no man waits;
and there rests the simplicity of all our fates.
~rom~
July 14
...too late
no denying, I was upset
your useless lyings
curled into more regret,
filling the heavy emptiness dying.
what you have never had
is not because you
were a sympathy of life's sad --
no, you were fallen by your own untrue
while our breathing expends itself
through colors hardly squeezed
we search for anything left
of something love would conceive
behind brutal endings
set to blaze
are the torn renderings
of softly unspoken
ways.
what was cast in this play?
what cause could be
pleased?
by the unmeasured loving of today
suddenly colder and mournfully seized.
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there is no absolution
no regret so great
that can bear the breaking confusion
when it all becomes
...too late.
~rumorsofme~
July 12
A Native American grandfather was talking to his
grandson about how he felt about a tragedy. He said, “I feel as if I
have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry,
violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.” The
grandson asked him, “Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?” The
grandfather answered, “The one I feed.”
—
a native American Indian story
July 09 AMERICA...AMERICAI am so tired of watching
people on TV, being asked what they think of our growing economic woes – as
they are pumping fuel into their automobile, truck, van, motorcycle, etc., --
only to hear them say, “…but what can we do?” WE can do
anything. How has America become so impotent? Where has
gone our courage? The ingenuity of humankind? (I’m not talking about the untiring devotion to duty
that have our young men and women on foreign soil fighting someone else’s war,
when they are needed on American shores, restructuring our own fields of
dreams-- shoring up the levies, beating back the wildfires and turning on the
midnight oil to raise the need is one I keep ever on the “feed” – BUT the time
has come, the roles have shifted and we are the ones who need aid.)
I am an incurable
romantic but I am a pragmatist as well and the swollen bellies of starving
children, the unsheltered, uncounted numbers of humans with no home, no medical
care should not be exempt from help or comfort anywhere on this planet, but especially on American soil. Otherwise we should send people out into the New York harbor to dismantle the STATUE OF LIBERTY, engraved with:
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
The extraordinary beauty of America glosses over the unpleasant to view
lying on park benches, addicted to dirty syringes tainted with momentary
escapes from the harsh pronouncement of their unlivable lives.
It helps no one to sit back and
exclaim how awful it is, how ugly and disgusting a lifestyle – LIFE--style?? If
you think you are somehow beyond the illnesses that assail the body and mind,
you are a willing & waiting fool. WE may not be our brother’s
keeper; but unless we are willing to look at the painful truth of their
existence, we are bound to garner some slice of it. We must stomp it out, pull them out and begin
again to lay out a new route. FREEDOM is the whole of the enterprise
that brought this fanciful dream to these shores.
Not your
responsibility? What does that matter anymore? If you
think you can curb your contact with these untouchables (every age of every
civilization—I use that word in the most expansive way possible!), you are
thinking foolishly. The act of any one so troubled and blinded by it,
must be just barely hanging onto any sensibilities. America needs to
come home. Home to care for her wounded -- whatever the war -- they need
to be helped. Anyone willing to live such a despicable alliance
with others similarly bound, are hungry for more than some drug that passes off
and there they are back again, trying to fill the broken in.
It does seem to me, in considering
all that is at stake for America's sake, for her needy millions --(NOTE: This
is where we leave from to go to some African state --- where children
just hang limply on to their tired mother’s dried up breast, who has no way to save
her child.) to provide the best we can restore. The pantry's are
emptying, the shattered minds of our future lie beneath some porch or some
freeway, while our own bridges are collapsing -- all of a sudden, does it not
seem? America is the one other nation for whom
aid is now sent. We cannot ever forget these people are human beings, wherever they came from. (so has been the evolution of humankind) They
are on this soil now and we can and should do everything humanly possible to
protect and care for these lost soldiers, who can yet help those coming
along.
The way is long and there is no
getting around that. We will endure harshness and know again the treasure
of being christened an AMERICAN. This
is our county and she's hurting, maybe even in some aspects, dying...but there can be no birth if there is no death.
But we must recognize that we can save her, by saving ourselves so that we can
be of service to others. When you sit down to your dinner tonight,
take just a moment of quiet, and feel in your strong heart beat,
that we will not let the idle tides claim them. Nor give up on this country because we feel so overwhelmed. This land has been for how long we don't know; and if it so that we have a Manifest Destiny, then it is for this destiny that we must decide -- I love this country; I
live in its Soul. There I was born, am growing old and one day will
leave, my dying having left nobody wiser.
We are just human beings with deeply entrenched
feelings, reckless loyalties, and too hastily thrown together Congressional Bills that go back over those already written in our Constitution (this is a dangerous activity...where does it stop, who is going to stop it?) I look on my computer and note the different "feeds" that we can align ourselves to receive. My God! Think of that in its most literal translation: We, the American people, are being "fed" what and only and if, it is going to draw the ratings in and nothing draws the viewing of the American populace like some human failing (e.g., sexual trysts go big these days) If everyone who didn't get the candidate of their dreams on the ballot crawls off to some corner to pout, then look out! How are children supposed to lead Children? In this world of such divisive factions that it becomes frozen by changing reactions .
YOUR VOTE is your part of the
payment that others gave their lives for. Let's get busy and clean this
country up. She has been ignored too long. Remember
your song, no verses skipped, no help
refused.
-rumorsofme-

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