in French to say
the stars
suspended in distant position
glisten like ice
having locked your summer fantasies
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travels
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and whims
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into treasures
frozen
under their glittering canopy.
What particular things have you
mapped out in
your summer's constellation?
For me it was a
family reunion in Southern California
taking a poetry writing class
reading in my garden
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-ground I've cultivated for-
connection
illumination
meditation
under a shared space with you
While Waiting In The CT Scan Room of The Hospital
I fan through a magazine
noticing amodel's
bold red lips kissing the
happy
stripes of a lollypop
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hot white lights
CT scan room
that the blaze of contrasts
in the photo
collide
with my ability
the white and aqua
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are mirrored
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the colors of this hour
to join
at a horizon
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it's helpful to observe
how
candescense
unites with
the velvet darkness
of an image
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(The results were negative - this is a poem to describe the challenge of the moment to see light in the potential darkness)
Sometimes
the animal doesn't always
know its own force
and bolts dangerously
out of control
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until it comes under
the submission
of the master.
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As a result of this union
the animal
becomes more powerful
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when there's someone
in command
who knows what they're doing
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but more importantly
who knows
who they are.
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Harnessing our
bigger-than-life ambitions
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is like
because clear communication
with ourselves
and making a stand against
what we fear others may think
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will help the animal within
~ trust~
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who you
believe yourself to be.
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Then you will know
what it is
you need to do;
and what was
once lost and lame
will be healed
to run within you
and beside you -
not restless and in solitude
but
fearless and together.
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on my life
as
When I walk during the day
past a particular row
of homes
and my shadow drops
beside me
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I see them -
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I see
the family members
that once walked with me
during my childhood
in
California.
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But the light of day
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and
the light of night
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wanes with time.
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Yet the shadows still follow
calling you
to reach out
to them just once more.
It's impossible
but this is what
art is for:
to bring back
the light
that once fell
on both of you.
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Carol Cook from the blog
Art and Sand
shared a post
on her husband's art studio.
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And since I'll always be
a California Girl
viewing Steve's
paintings
gave me back
What I've Been Looking For.
Thank you Steve and Carol.
William Baffin Roses in Minneapolis!
Original article and pictures take wwwcastlescrownscottages.blogspot.com site
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