Departure
~ Cloud Dancer


It's not enough
It cannot be the only positive you have to offer.

I need to hear what’s on your mind
Your dreams
You’ve told me your nightmares

You’ve told me your blocks in life and why you are afraid

But the only positive moments cannot be just those in bed

While good and wonderful
It's not enough
It's not a building block
It's not a cornerstone

Or a place that suddenly makes you worthy of what someone else has to give

At least you know that
At least you know that you can’t give much of anything real you right now

I hope you come to a place of healing
I can see bright tomorrows and moonlight nights

I hope that for you too…

May you find the healing your soul cries out for.



Destiny

​~ Carol Dixon

Soft golden glow
Anchored to the heart,
Illuminates the maze,
Like a hazy finger
Pointing each new step.
Subtle light
Quietly guiding
Toward the next turn.

Like a buoyant log
In flooding rapids,
Sensing direction
While surfing the flow,
Like a whisper
From the center of the soul
Engulfing with gentle stirrings
That tug and nudge the willing pilgrim.

Calm comes only with faith,
Panic swirls in chaos
At the hint of desire to control.
Waves of frustration
Followed by quiet acceptance
Undulate through the mind and spirit.
Unanswered questions tap
At the window of a blurry vision
Prompting for premature recognition,
When patience alone
Offers the ultimate view.

The yin and yang of it,
Blindly walking through the mist
With purposeful steps
As though the way were clear,
Following an unknown path
With finger tracing
A blank map,
Leading to the not yet seen,
Knowing it will be recognized on sight.


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RITUAL 
~ Orannhawk 

it was  
a ritual 
boiling water 
a handful of 
grounds 
never  
measured 

boiling 
in the  
repaired 
pot 
made whole 
with 
a simple  
screw 
papaw’s 
ingenuity 

heady  
thick 
at the  
bottom 
steaming 
vaporous 
threads 
reaching  
for the  
ceiling 

small 
sugar 
mountains 
hold 
spoons 
upright 
metal 
mugs 
scalding 
hot 

decadence 
pours 
slowly 
into 
the 
shallows 

thick 
white 
saucers 

tiny sips 
breathing 
in the  
glorious 
aroma 

a ritual 
between  
us 
never  
shared 
with others 

more  
sugar 
to stir 
into 
the last  
dregs 
and 
grounds
too  
delicious  
to  
waste  

the old pot 
still holds 
water 
the 
tiny 
screw  
intact 

sugar 
encrusted 
grounds 
and 
memories 
touch 
my 
tongue 
and 
hold 
the  
ritual 
near












Feed Me 
~ Orannhawk 


waiting  
to be heard  
to be seen 
understood 
acknowledged 

i hear the 
winged ones 
chattering  
talking among  
themselves 

reminders 
subtle  
reprimands 
teasing 
whispering 

fallen  
feathers 
lie in the grass 
jays 
casting them 
about 
like  
confetti 

blues 
and  
blacks 
singing 
cawing 
waiting 

perched 
on the 
birdbath 
watching 
me 

waiting 
for  
peanuts



Change

~ Carol Dixon

Icy rain of tears freezing hope
Till it flutters from its once secure anchor
Like a falling leaf at the end of its time.
Memories crawling into the cave
To hibernate, protected from the coming cold,
Waiting to be revived in warmer times ahead.
Rivers of love freezing over, hardening shell
Concealing the constant flow buried below.
Reason firming resolve
Like the freezing ground,
Forming a tenuous foundation
For a future unseen but inevitable.
Cycles and spirals navigated by Will,
Determining direction, be it skyward,
Flying to warmer climes for the winter,
To ponder and digest, and return anew...
Or falling dead and defeated
In a puddle of frozen tears,
To harden in the waiting earth.

Change comes uninvited...
Response is our choice.