bud

bud

I hover quick
dip my beak
deep in pollen
inhale gold

Mobius strip
twists its curve
flows on and on
forever

Nectar on tongue
sugar on throat
take off to land
on pistil

earth air water
fire flame flower

seed root leaf eye
mouth to soul

Jeanne in the mountains
4-7-21

an anagram from my name

I created this anagram from my name:

GRANT GRACE JEANNE MARIE MARGARET DELOCA SISTER VIRGINIA MARY OF CHRIST POLAND SMITH

TO.

GRACE
GRANTS
CHRIST’S
REIGN
OVER
EARTH
STARS
MAGIC
EVIL
AIR
AND
AN
ARMY
OF
LOVE

the captivity of babies…

Owen holds the newborn and the 2 year old

 

The Writer’s Almanac for Sunday, November 10, 201


On the Captivity of Babies 
by Margaret Hasse

Now that winter’s halfway here,


leaves swirl coldly
and babies aren’t seen much


except in the captivity of nurseries
s

lumbering with their hands
drawn into roses.

Babies are unto themselves,


a little sub-culture, none of whom suspects


how many other babies are being held


all over the world.

Babies escape slowly

from the little pens, the seatbelts,


the restraining arms.


It’s brilliant. Few notice


how tricky babies are.


On occasion, an aunt might fix
 a BB sharp eye on the little one,


and fire, “My how you’ve grown!”


The escaping baby feels very uncomfortable.

Babies enter the world impeccable and wise.


They leave their little prisons,


put nakedness in abeyance,


take on the clothes of the world,


spend a long time trying to locate


a perfect love


that resembles their first.
From time to time, they achieve glimpses.


As when an aging baby


late for a business appointment


sits dreamily in his car,


cigarette’s blue smoke


lingering in curlicues.


Before him a large leaf


shoved by the windshield wipers, is waving.


Or when a woman who has never run


to breathlessness, does so.


Amazed she does not burst,


she draws in large packages of air,


thinks of air as the new blood.
 
“On the Captivitiy of Babies” by Margaret Hasse from Stars Above, Stars Below © Nodin Press, 2018. Reprinted with permission

The Five Sacred Rings

the ring of fire

the ring of earth

the ring of air

the ring of water

the ring of crystals

the path to electromagnetic energy and healing with  medical intuition.

(for a lecture by Dr Norm Shealy, go to U-Tube and search for the 24 minute video)

Leaving the Motherland

bee comes along…picks up the pollen…

bee alights
pollen sticks
seed blows
roots
buds

you’ve left mother:
found soil.

air, water, fire, earth:
elementary.

First

First
I thirst
For air
Then fire.
Sea and rain come soon.
Last
stones beneath the moon.

Dry Leaf Sings to Wet Snow

“You’re not heavy;
you’re my brother!”

Parched, crimson color
holds the weight of crystal snow:
“You’re my brother, air!”

Pattern #28 Cage

birdcage-shadow: flight
delayed; bird cage door locked not
to light, air or rot!

Pattern #6 Corn

Black-white corn tongue spikes
Up to sun and rain and air
Seeks golden kernels!

Elf?

What does Annika need in her lair?

1000 dandelions hung on the tree
a magic wand tree branch
a rock pile (cairn)
cleared sitting area
shade
sunlight glances
visitors who summon her forth to mountain bike feats in the air!

5/19/2013
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