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Family legacy

28 Thursday Jun 2018

Posted by feralpoet in devotion, family, loving, poems, poetry, release, Sight, story, strength, work

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Never defined,

merely assumed,

the answer to the question

of family legacy.

Is it money?

Name?

Philanthropy?

Power? Fame?

Keep digging, for it resides

well beyond the surface of things.

Might it be anger, abuse,

enslavement, enslaving, addiction,

a thick poison, barely visible

yet acutely sensed?

Might it be secrets held, shames and generations of fear?

Likely, aspects of these remain

and are being carried-

whether or not it was chosen.

The question then emerges from distant,

unvisited places, whispering

as warm mother to sleeping infant,

And what would it be for you

to transform

such a legacy, slowly, steadily,

with loving devotion

so as to soften- just a little-

the burden of a misunderstood life

with a dash more kindness, and fist full

of intent.

Far from easy, and miles east of glamorous,

that work may be your simple, impossible,

and singular gift

with the breath you borrow

here, one day at a time.

Sitting in the ashes

18 Sunday Mar 2018

Posted by feralpoet in becoming, change, courage, learning, movement, poems, poetry, Sight, strength, work

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And what are those skills

sitting,

unkempt, ignored, without mastery,

in the ashes

much as you’d like to abandon them there?

Only your gifts, the spells and support

needed, castable with no other’s voice or hands,

the workings for which you were born to suffer

and give.

Step, rich and slow, into your place.

A gyre of vultures, forty strong,

turns ’round at the base of the mountain

pushing remembrance of how small

you’ve been playing it, and

how large you now must be.

Born hungry

16 Friday Mar 2018

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, adventure, becoming, break out, Creating, discomfort, fearlessness, freedom, learning, movement, poems, poetry, Sight

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A princess in the tower,

at a distance looking down,

wishing

and kept.

How to get out? How to get away?

Desperate for rescue, a puddle of tears

and fury.

Why me? This terror and despair.

But, one sunrise, a light switches,

the kaleidoscope shifts,

her untapped power surges

along with the sight that she is on the inside.

An inside most would never know.

Following the sun

with fingertips searching slowly

the walls that keep her,

Somewhere, like the chink in the dragon’s scales,

a crack in stone

will bring the first ray of wisdom,

and freedom for which she was born

hungry.

The mendacity of the Father

28 Sunday Jan 2018

Posted by feralpoet in break out, change, courage, family, freedom, learning, movement, pain, poems, poetry, release, Sight, vision

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The mendacity of the Father,

the for-your-own-good, you’ll-

understand-one-day,

spank you on the ass ruler of the house,

might there not be another way?

Look the white shark in the eye and see

what he claims to be is none other

than the abuse he forgets

once brought him to his knees.

Question where you came from,

you may find there’s a curse

invisible, iron gripped,

you alone can shake off.

Pain, unaddressed, is only fed

to the next generation who cling,

cling to the same pedagogy

that poisoned your once Free spirit..

Now’s the time-

reclaim it.

Fill our days

30 Sunday Oct 2016

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, becoming, break out, change, courage, Creating, devotion, freedom, gratitude, honoring, Immortal, joy, listen, mundane, nature, poems, poetry, presence, Sight, vision

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What if we were as fierce
about seeing
finding
knowing beauty
as ugliness, fear, and lack?
Would we not become greater protectors
of the overlooked and precious?
Would our focus not
change
from what we want to avoid
to that asking
for further creation?
From being barefoot on rain-soaked earth
while sun breaks clouds overhead,
to cinnamon in coffee,
the perfect heat of a shower,
sustained note of a well-played cello,
to strangers reaching for each other’s hands,
and friends who have plenty to eat,
a car that starts,
the woodpecker we’d like to curse
for waking us out of sleep-only-
its tapping brought us a view of the sunrise,
and places in existence where peoples
are honored and heard.
Wouldn’t the goodness flood us
even if
nothing else could we sense but
the beating of our own heart-
wouldn’t miracles fill our days?

And if?

13 Saturday Aug 2016

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, beauty, break out, change, devotion, honoring, listen, Love, nature, poems, poetry, presence, Sight, transition, weaving, wonder, work

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And if the stars are talking to you

through closed sash and latched window?

And if the tree sway would catch you in a dance

were you only to step outside at dawn?

And if the thick green pond might turn blue

if you’d catch its eye while passing by?

And if the coyote call one ridge away

could reach your naked aching ear 

were technology not wedged tight,

filling the cracks where nature could get in?

And if the ducks recently born,

hiding beneath the bowering bracken

edging the water

could gather your attention as you do theirs,

would this love affair ripen

and our wild and sacred

no longer be made into amusement parks?

There is a begging for fidelity here-

make this wild love affair true.

It is our one way through.

Pearls

16 Saturday Apr 2016

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, beauty, becoming, change, devotion, honoring, Infinite, poems, poetry, Sight, wonder

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Pearls lay before you.

Seek corn

and luminescence is not what you’ll find;

gobble your share and be satisfied.

Pearls lay before you,

touch light to see

and knowing will grow.

So it begins

03 Sunday Apr 2016

Posted by feralpoet in beauty, becoming, change, courage, death, devotion, family, fearlessness, Fire, Infinite, learning, Love, movement, mystery, poems, poetry, presence, Sight, strength, the road, wonder, work

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So it begins

with

but They but They

and the story pretzels and snarls

morphs into a thorny thicket

of

Yes but.

So it begins.

Reaching in with pruners and magnifying glass,

a madness of 

I will get clear!

muscles work, tire,

eyes pierce, squint, wrinkle-

strength and a certain Sight grow.

One silent morning arrives

with a way through,

not simply a way through,

a path clear- as intended-

and They

are long gone.

Suddenly, dust still in suspension,

the same pain jolts its head through packed earth

and there’s no

But They

anymore.

Only you.

And so it begins…

your Beauty

29 Tuesday Mar 2016

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, beauty, becoming, courage, devotion, freedom, honoring, learning, listen, Love, loving, movement, naked, nature, poems, poetry, Sight, wonder

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your Beauty

She’s an inner star.

Her light

dims 

with attempts to purchase.

Put away the credit card.

Remember who you are.

Searing darkness

17 Thursday Mar 2016

Posted by feralpoet in abundance, dark, discomfort, listen, loving, movement, night, poems, poetry, Sight, strength, transition

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How searing the Darkness.

Sights, dismissed, rise

through earthquaking uplift,

making smaller even

the microstrains of normalcy.

Withholding time from the forgotten,

the never known,

ends

when what had been thrown aside speaks,

“I am you.”

Thank the breath still given and

every fiber of your being

for the strength

to bring the orphaned and hated and dispossessed

close enough

to see the pain in their eyes,

and to assemble what Light

does soothe.

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