Living the Dream

SHHHHHH, Shewolfnative sings her soul’s song

You can hear
her harmonious hummings,
Laboring lovingly, throughout the land
Carol’s emotive sounds,
Astounds everyone who hears
Reverberating, educating,
Enlightment from within

You can feel
her reservoir of incantations
taking root and route
A ceremonialist’s soulful administrations,
Of healings induced with feelings

Carol catches
the magnificence of sweet innocence
Protecting and connecting
Sheltering the meek, who seek her divinations
With reason, seasoned with wonderment

You can see
Carol’s inculpable surge to purge
All wrongs heaped on this planet, her people
By applying undying devotions, emotions
Emcompassing all directions, with affections
Esquiring all inquiring minds,
With her finds

Carol (shewolfnative)
is on a journey of the soul,
A summoning savior,
For ev’rything she beholds
Sheltering those in need,
While kneading our senses,
Shoring our defenses,
so her ministrations could be told!

So, SHHHHH… our Carol (shewolfnative) is singin’ her soulful songs

© gpamon

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And it is to her
my breath is lost.
No eyes can fail
to acknowledge,
this poet’s song.

Like the masters
of yesterday,
they may have been so
just of their day.
I can only pay homage
to them then.

It is on this day,
I take pen in my hand.
To honor this poet,
one who pours beauty
and fills my soul.

Poet of poets,
I await tomorrow.
to learn of the new masters
living today.
Where once again,

Shewolfinative,
       
will take- 
    my breath away.

 
Writings of Malabu©2007

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I am red dawn in the East, sacred menses of Earth
dancing at low belly brow while winds whisper how blessed
is the Universe for this dusky renewal of Creation.

I am star map; little ember notes pinned on dark-cork night
for storing knowledge that wise men can read.

I am glowing smudge under seventeen willows,
where forgiveness is sought, and help, and bathing
in prayers that seek me through opened pores.

I am the seventh fire of peace, licking cedar and sage;
smoke from my burning, fanned by eagle feather
as call to Creator that we are still here ~and believe.

I am fire of some man’s hearth, a comely daughter,
a sister, a mother of all I inspire.

Come, fold into me and know heat of my heart,
flare of passion in my eyes, billowing flames of my soul,
wrapping warm comfort of my embrace.

I am fire. Your fire. One streaking molten comet
in love with this Universe. See me dance when I am sacred
and shawled in Northern skies hope of our forefathers
more promise than rainbow, more stunning
than lightning strike. I am hungry
for you to feed me your faith.

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Once all words about sorrow are used up
and spit out on nib of pen,

when every phrase about love has been listed
on that very last valentine,

as last stanza of pity has been pathetically punctuated
with last martyrdom,

as last measured rhythm, rhyme and form
are as depleted as recycled toilet paper,

after there are no more poems to be written
about pastoral scenes, angsty oceans,
purple mountains,crooked walks down death valleys,
sailing on prism’d ponds, blood-letting,
angry spates over another dust-biter,
births and deaths, sunsets and sunrises,
children and adults, elders and God …
then, and only then

will I write about cheese.

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Look this is One:
One heart that beats with all,
One Mind that knows all.
One Spirit that believes in all.
This One is created and dissolves as all.
This One is breath that matches all breath.
This One’s story is part of all stories.
This is the seeker of all and the finding of all.
This One is both yearning for love and love itself.
This light is but a flicker of all lights.
This is hope of One and hope of all.
This is song and silence of all.
This One is this moment, this One Chance
for all to be One, like butterfly to air
and air to butterfly.
This is One Test to see if we remember
We are all One and One is all us.
Do not miss this flutter.

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