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Archive for the month “April, 2015”

simply says it


via Project Happiness on facebook

Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller


  This is why we survive the winter

The world shows off
Flowers are bursting color
Flaming forsythia frames the river
Fuzzy trees and bushes make me squirmy happy 
The sky beams blue
The water waves joyfully
The sand gladly greets, 
us with our winter legs
(except for the hardcore tanning bed crowd – already too brown for the rest of us)
little girls and their tattooed fathers pick up shells and rocks
to fill purple buckets of heartwarming, serious cuteness
coconut oil floats deliciously on the warm breeze 
I can’t stop smiling
Spring has sprung
Let love begin
AL 4/29/15





shine on 

  This poem is not meant for you

unless you too have been 

choking on your life’s debris, and
playing peek-a-boo with death seriously 

then the surprise of ten thousand buttercups
out of nowhere on every side where 

never been before on my daily walk
might have had the effect on you it did on me 

because suddenly 

I wanted to understand how these particular

flowers came to be—the whole evolutionary
history of mosses, ferns and angiosperms,
the miracle of photosynthesis and

DNA, not 

to mention the longings of the Milky Way
to reflect itself in the form called flowers and
in these buttercups, which seemed like a
visitation from the sun, urging me to tell you, in 
case like me you had forgotten 

we are the universe’s latest way of blooming. 

Untitled [This Poem Is Not Meant for You] by Willow Harth







Listen to Coldplay sing Fix You  
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 If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that joy is not a constant state, but a low grade buzz that sometimes roars and other times purrs, but that it is always available to sink down into, if I’m feeling the ache that makes for tears or the ache that makes for celebration. – Jen Lemen

Jen Lemen says my poetry-prompt word of the day – buzz
as she reads my blog and responds. 

I love Jen Lemen over at ‘Hopeful World’
I missed my word as I read it the first time, 
not mindful of today’s word, 
because I was still stuck in yesterday’s word ‘vine’. 
Then there it is, with a Lemen-y flair…
My heart leaps to attention 
I fly right there to find it 
Copy the sentence…
yes, ‘joy is a low grade buzz’
along with 
they all live under the same everyday rooftop
once you understand them 
allow them in 
they are your friends
constant companions
making life balanced
the foundation made of jewels
strong rock 
like granite 
storms come and go
the buzz stays 
and becomes the music we dance to
ACL 11/14/13

Listen to The Muppets sing Ode to Joy

a few months ago I was Jen Lemen’s apple cake angel 😇

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blue skies


 Close the doors. 
You’ve already paid your dues. 
Light the candles. Breathe 
the Lilly of the Valley, the lilacs 
in the vase. Reach for a pen. 
Take a couple sheets of 
parchment paper. Stretch. 
Do Chi Gong. It seems obvious, 
but sit down. Close your eyes. 
Reach into the abyss. Tap into 
the divinity, the Oversoul, 
the Muse of the Mind. Let 
your thoughts spill onto paper. 

Let’s pretend you are the newest star. 
Rescue your mind from a ditch. 
Be aware a certain absurdity attends 
outside the door. Awaken. 
You are the healing waters. 
Close the door, but don’t close 
your mind. Come find your 
own blue sky.

Listen to Willie Nelson sing Blue Skies


Photo by Fisherman Dan @Branford, CT

we are all 

 We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am. 
It is what it is. 
I am the other. 
I am the unlovable. 
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego. 
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath. 
I want to do things my way. 
The earth to revolve around my desires. 
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid, 
because I know the truth. 
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,

I should say, 
It is changing me…
I have been overwhelmed by grace,
drowned in the goodness of love,
resurrected in loves fire. 
It has allowed me to see my imperfections,
accept them,
even laugh at them 
and challenged me to
admit the truth,
to change,
to open,
to die,
to become vulnerable,
to love myself and
to love others,
who are the unlovable as well

Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,

wounded healers all,
by sharing this same great love
this loves which loves us all
Yes, we are all the unlovable
yet we are loved,
just as we are. 
ACL 8/28/13
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What haunts us are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others.    – Maria Torok & Nicholas Abraham 


I don’t know what to say. 
The very words catch behind
safe guards of emotion. 
Speech refuses to commence. 
Words pool behind the locked door. Waiting. 
I lay and pray the words you don’t want to hear will dissolve inside me. 
Silence fills the outside air. 
Inside air is thick and muggy,
like the rain forest 
or Savannah in August. 
I go to sleep with heavy lungs,
weight of the unspoken hanging like the world between us. 

ACL 6/19/13


Listen to Sara Bareilles sing Brave 


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settling in to happiness

  What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?  

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep. 

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint. 

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions—

Like Hafiz.
What Happens by Hafiz
 Today I want to greet joy

Without a trace of protection 
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future 
Without a hint of fear 
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion 
or an instant of hesitation

ACL 3/4/13

Listen to Stevie Wonder sing For Once In My Life
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organic 🌎 

We begin in the dark. Within. 
Invisible. Visible. 
Pain. Suffering. Healing. 
Faith. Trust. Peace. 
We grow and learn organically. 
Evolution. Beginning. Ending. 
Revolution. Courage. Strength. 
Resolution. Passion. Alive. 
All things come in their perfect time. 
Longing. Loving. Belonging. 
All things come.  
Herky-jerky. Flowing. 
Our choice. 
Beauty. Kindness. Truth. Hope. 
Are those gifts with wings
living in our hair. 
Hovering around our shoulders. 
Kissing our cheeks. 
Wiping away our tears. 
Birthing our songs as we rise from the ash. Flying. 
As we live the dash. 
In between. 
Birth. Death. Visible. Invisible. 

Connection. Miracles. Mystery. 

Nature. Seasons. Harvest. Compost. 

It’s who we are. 

Dirt. Dust. Clay. Organic. 


ACL 11/19/13


God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.  Genesis 1:31



One old man keeps humming the same few notes
of some song he thought he had forgotten
back in the days when as he knows there was
no word for life in the language 
and if they wanted to say eyes or heart
they would hold up a leaf and he remembers
the big tree where it rose from the dry ground
and the way the birds carried water in their voices
they were all the color of their fear of the dark
and as he sits there humming he remembers
some of the words they come back to him now
he smiles hearing them come and go


Parts of a Tune by W. S. Merwin


Just lying on the couch and being happy. 
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t

monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven

left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.

You can shake your head. You can frown.

Any Morning by William Stafford


 Listen to James Taylor sing You’ve Got A Friend

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