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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

Archive for the month “March, 2011”

Going over

You have burned your bridges.
You have passed through the gate marked “no return”
And for you there is no going back
No going back to the security of the known, familiar house,
To the well-worn dispensations and the threadbare coverings.
Now you are out there in uncharted territory
Heavy with threat and shadows not yet entered.
The risks are high, and yet you strike out boldly,
Guided only by unwavering conviction
And the longing for the true centre
of the land.
This is what it means to do a new thing.
So, you travel lightly.
You are abandoned, given up in all things
To the task that lies ahead.
Therefore, you may be exactly who you are.
You have inhabited yourself,
You are at home,
And home is where you are,
Even if it is the desert.
No one can dispossess you of your own in-dwelling.
This is what it means to be free.
We stand, one foot upon the bridge,
Wondering if we too have the courage to go over
And strike the match behind us.

Kathy Galloway from “The Dream of Learning Our True Name” – used with permission

The snow is falling upward

The snow is falling upward,
The sun is falling down;
The moon is out in morning,
And the stars are spinning round.
The birds are singing at midnight,
And the owls hoot at noon;
The snow is falling upward,
And in morning hangs the moon.
The lovers never go to sleep,
And the dreamers never wake;
The willows have all forgot to weep,
And the earth, it always shakes.
The snow is falling upward,
All the stars are falling down;
I meet my love in the moonlight,
And I never touch the ground.

Song from Adaora
Daughters of Bali Trilogy
Krista S. Rose

used with permission

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell
it about other people.
                                           - Virginia Woolf

Life Begins

It begins in deadly hearts of stars,

in elements consumed, transfigured

in killing, birthing heat.

It begins deep within, in the murderous

seething of earth’s innards.

It begins with rock defeated, riven, worn,

stone creased and cracked and crushed

a million times, battered

to sand and sent on its silted way.

It begins in womb-dark murk and musk of soil,

in death and rot and rank decay,

in spilled seeds split and broken down,

in loss, collapse and festering,

by blessed unseen bugs and germs

digesting darkness into light.

In awful places this miracle,

this life begins.




In darkness, deaths and desolations

is the birth of what shall be.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

used with permission

Tuesday 9:00AM

by Denver Butson

A man standing at the bus stop
reading the newspaper is on fire
Flames are peeking out
from beneath his collar and cuffs
His shoes have begun to melt

The woman next to him
wants to mention it to him
that he is burning
but she is drowning
Water is everywhere
in her mouth and ears
in her eyes
A stream of water runs
steadily from her blouse

Another woman stands at the bus stop
freezing to death
She tries to stand near the man
who is on fire
to try to melt the icicles
that have formed on her eyelashes
and on her nostrils
to stop her teeth long enough
from chattering to say something
to the woman who is drowning
but the woman who is freezing to death
has trouble moving
with blocks of ice on her feet

It takes the three some time
to board the bus
what with the flames
and water and ice
But when they finally climb the stairs
and take their seats
the driver doesn’t even notice
that none of them has paid
because he is tortured
by visions and is wondering
if the man who got off at the last stop
was really being mauled to death
by wild dogs.

“Tuesday 9:00AM” by Denver Butson, from Triptych. © The Commoner Press, 1999. Reprinted with permission.

The Circus

I just went to the circus for the first time last night

Thank you, Chris!

My super secret surprise

Was awesome!

I’ve always wanted to go!

I wonder what I would have felt as a child

I was so sensitive

I think I would have closed my eyes

And cried

I almost felt like that at age 45

I’m glad you held my hand


It was

The ultimate show of over consumption

A spectacular spectacle

A mix-match of the brilliant and the bizarre

Awesome and cheesy all wrapped to go

From beginning to end

Never taking a breath

Pounding and pounding

The ringmaster

Ablaze with rhinestones

The acrobats and the clowns

The elephants and the tigers


Doing tricks

They didn’t seem to really enjoy

As they steal the show!

Animals are amazing!

I love trapeze artists flying so high

The bearded lady and the wild man of Borneo

Made honorable mention

With a clown act

That was tongue in cheek

in our PC era of art

Men balancing women

And women balancing men

Each showing their skill

As they contort their bodies

into abnormal positions

sequined outfits

shining in the lights

Motorcycles in a steel ball

4, 5, 6, 7

until it is a blur

how can they do that?

Meetal Man (we renamed him Meatball man)

Holding up astounding weights

As people pile on top of people

On top of him

Trampolines, glitter

Pirates, stilts, dancing beautiful girls

Dancing lion suits

With two people rolling in harmony

under more people in lion suits

more and more

too much to see

too much to process

too much to comprehend

my eyes trying to go 2, 3, 4…different directions

as it plays on and on

with tired children crying

and spilling snowcones

and popcorn

as the parents

Many a freak-show themselves

try to ignore them


It is spectacular



Slightly disturbing at times

A Mix of over-blown showmanship


amazing talent

The beautiful and the weird

All mixed together

Delivered at breakneck speed

With so much energy it wears out the eyes

And the mind

Which definitely can’t comprehend it all

I loved it…and wanted to run away

Yes, this is the legacy

of what PT Barnham had in mind

This is the circus


Slight of hand, smoke and mirrors, lights and flash

making everything more

brilliant than it could possibly be

This is definitely, over the top, big-top

Self declared…

but it still could be true…

…the greatest show on earth!

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life!

So, I have been wanting to do a poetry blog for a while and I am excited that I am ready to begin it.

Lots of things in my life have been progressing and I am ready to step forward. It is a little scary and daunting, but I know that life is all about living – and I never want to stop.

This blog will not be limited to just poetry – but to anything sort of artistic expression that stands out to me as simple, stripped down (acoustic) thoughts about life – or pumped up, screaming, magnified (amplified) thoughts about life.

I hope it is inspiring and fun – as life should be!



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