poetry

Day 114: New View

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A song I recently fell in love with………….

New View

Concentrate your eyes upon the heaven’s stars

The towering boughs of the cedar tall

The cascading blue of yesterday’s sky

See equally bright tomorrow

Spend less on what ifs and more on what is

Pretend you are a child

Until you see you are a child

Caravan with strangers

Smile at yourself

The similarities of all

Risk like you never dreamed possible

Dive in before you remember you know how to swim

Believe like there is no other truth than that in front of you

And then release as easily as you grasped

Forget the wrong doings of others

Better yet, forget the essence of wrong

In equal measure remember that right varies in reflection

Be at peace with your heart and intention

Whenever you are out of sorts seek justice and truth

Make yourself the other

View through the eyes of an innocent

Untouched by the ways of the world

Still breathing in the womb of discovery

Incapable of forming thought beyond love

Take time to prepare your fields

Whatever the crop you grow

Fertilize with tenderness

Honor with waters of forgiveness

Circumvent oppression with awareness

Untether thy soul to resentment

Instead set free to the open

Where the wind can carry

Beyond words

And beyond experience

Release forever

Unless attached to eternal hope and renewal

For everything changes

Then comes again

Refreshed

In new view

~ Sam Craft

Day 111: Slumbered Dreams

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Slumbered Dreams

I cling

I squeeze

I overwhelm

I terrify

Then I release

Then I crawl back in careful steps: hand, foot, hand, foot, touching ground

My knees scrape against the asphalt, searing

Stings like porcupine sticks

I hadn’t meant to, had only longed to

Play and dance, and play and dance, and be in the light of newness and good

But I danced alone in shadowed mixed with nothing more than me and me

I reached out to my own hands, my own heart, spotted illusion intermingled with desperation

Seeking partnership in the unlikely and unaware

Garden delights in speckled weeds, and yet I pluck the roots as if to save

When naught remains to harvest

Little sand crab burrowed deep, bubbles of breath in ocean remnants

Blobs of sand on shore of wet

I’d not meant to travel far in child’s land

But venture called, his hands clapping my return

Couldn’t help my legs from skipping, my beating soles against threads of bones

Forgotten long ago in graveyard gone

To find again the voice that whispered

When as youth I touched the stream of wishing tales

To immerse again in droplets of riverbed’s babes

To sink beneath surface and seek not once, but forevermore the serenity of connection

Traveler, yes, wearied, no

For I shall leap until the sun sleeps, the morrow bursts, and justice slips between the seams

For nothing remains untouchable in slumbered dreams

By Sam Craft May 16, 2012

 

“The worst feeling isn’t being lonely. It’s being forgotten by someone you could never forget.” ~ author unknown  

Day 108: Swim Deep

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I’ve been reflecting a lot as of late. Of my choices and my personhood. I am slowly transforming and transitioning. I long for Crazy Frog to come out and lighten Melancholic Me. But I recognize this as a growth process. A replanting of sorts. And so I turn to words. My forever comfort through the ever-changing life.

Swim Deep

I don’t know how to pretend.

I don’t know how to fake emotions.

I don’t understand shallow.

I don’t understand fickle or lies.

I love with depth.

I live with depth.

But the depths frighten me.

I swim in the deep waters.

While others sit on the edge.

I know not why.

I watch the watchers watch me.

I question my truth.

I doubt.

I ache.

I weep.

I worry.

I turn inward in fear.

I long.

I long again.

But I still swim deep.

I will for always swim deep.

For there are no better waters.

 

 

 

Day 107: The Union of Word

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I am sensitive to others’ journeys. The word Mother creates different experiences for each individual.  This is for everyone who has a mother. For all of us. As we are each joined through one word.

The Union of Word

Mother

The sacred word

The echoed sound

Varied in frequency

Same in source

Vibrates through the universe

Each pronouncement distinct and filled

Each carrying a singular story

Shared by all

The connecting link

The threshold to breath

Travelers though the same land

Of hills and valleys

Of unquenched thirst

Stories wrapped

In colors of blue

Opened in turn

With sound exact

All equal, all one

Seen through eyes of the heart

Shared through lips and tongue

Everything balanced

No key to unlock the reason or why

The hand that was held

Or missing or lost

Engraved you

Etched perfect beauty

Children of song

All gathered

With whispers sweet

Or silent empty

Hand in hand

We are together

The tears

Same as smile

In union loved

In union embraced

In union of the one

Echoed sound

Adored

 

Sam Craft

Mother’s Day 2012

 

Happy Mother’s Day to my mother who birthed and etched me into the beauty I am today.

 

Day 106: Daylight’s Door

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Daylight’s Door

Love her for the sheets layered beneath bedding

The cool soft embrace of enveloping grace beyond the tired hours

Love her for ship’s anchor placed deeply into ocean floor

The cause to stop and rest upon the open sea of daybreak

Love her for the tether ball wrapped round glistening pole

The rapture of glee clinging to foundation

Love her for the willow leaves kissing summer’s sweet grass

The place where two meet in shades of green

Love her for the marionette’s favorite dance

The delicate movement of imagination into life

Love her for the energy of a star burning last light

The hopeful eyes unyielding, shining through darkness

Love her for the bear-scratched trees of evergreen

The stronghold for sharpening needs and aches

Love her for the grape pressed and harvested for taste

The flavor of passion savored and swallowed

Love her for the fresh river waters rounding bend

The parched lips and weary soles baptized in purity

Love her for the garment held close to one’s side

The warmth ever waiting to cover the flesh

Love her for the flower opening at dawn

The beauty unfolding within beckoning light

Love her for the stairway that spirals and leads

The steps climbing upward in vantage point and view

Love her for the mirror kept broken on wall

The fragments of reflection leading to pause

Love her for breadcrumbs sprinkled upon forested path

The songbirds’ feast and the lost man’s rescue

Love her for rain showers cleansing the earth

The dancers reprieve from longings’ drought

Love her for the words she scribes upon heart

The awakened answers to long beating desire

Love her for the knocking upon daylight’s door

The threshold through wonder and love evermore

Samantha Craft May 11, 2012