Sunday, March 10, 2013

#365Poems [Sporadic] Archive Through March 10

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Sun came out,
wind blew through
grasses and bare
branches stirred
and all things breathed.


Bee Song

Be now
Be here
Be with us
all sisters all queens
Be the hive song
The hum of alive beings
Singing seeing one song
Bee the dance
Direction of nourishment
Drink the dance and sun
Spin honey with your
One love
spit beauty like
Jewels from
Fairy tail lips
Tickle yourself with nectar
Carry joy
Seal in the day of sun
And wild color with
Wax, warm with breath fast
from spinning
Dizzy, make wildness
And infinite order together
Weave beauty
Sun drunk on honey
Bee children
Wild in sunlight
Mothers carving cradles
Feeding and frenzied working
Be life
Be home and
gold and sweetness
Be the one
Let's make a hive
Of electric life


On Careful Movement

I wait and movement comes.
Movement comes slowly and I listen.

Slow moving is a kind of quiet.
Nearly silents waters are deep beneath stillness.

Listening to slow quiet is a
lesson as I slowly move deeper.

In the motion slowed with care I move
into myself, and listening I open.

In the careful quiet I learn not
to wait, and with slow care I am moving.

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