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Monday, March 21, 2011

Vernal Equinox

Halfway between night & day
We pause, hearts momentarily held in equilibrium.
We glance toward the east then the west
certain that the sun will not desert us.

Our bare heads welcome the howling winds of warming March.
Fierce air fills the hollows of our ears as we stand
determined to merge with the elongated light
poised as it is between melting snow & pregnant buds.

The ripe soil seeds hope in our souls.
We clasp hands, sing symmetrical dreams
relinquish winter-weary sleep
& all that ties our bones to cold death’s memory.
The dark recedes as bright spring claims us
greening everything it touches.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Mother Moon

Tonight the Mother Moon rises pregnant in the sky
shining her resplendent light upon the world
dazzling us with the fullness of her being
reminding us that we are never alone.
Some say the full moon triggers madness
unleashes wild desires
untamed hopes and dreams
unchecked passions.
I say the Mother Moon unloosens hope
and the promise of transformation
her light a beacon, urging us inward
to claim our lunar memory
find our way back
to the original womb of consciousness
that soul-seed of the world that
birthed the human psyche
syncopated the beating of the human heart.

St. Joseph’s Day March 19, 2011

In Italy, San Giuseppe is a hero, not a cuckold.
He married an unwed pregnant woman
raised a son who was not his own, without complaining.
On his feast day a table is laid, a three-tiered altar
adorned with flowers, candles, fava beans, wine, cakes,
bread and cookies made of flour
to honor the beloved carpenter’s saw dust.
In America, in enclaves like New York City, New Orleans
Kansas City, Chicago, and Providence
Italians give bread to the poor
filling bellies emptied of sustenance
filling hearts emptied of hope
to pay homage to this regular Joe
a man of the people, a soulful soul
who listened to the angels, not the cynics
who did the right thing when the right thing was called for.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Whale Dancer Prayer

In the heart of the whale
In the belly of the sea
In the womb of memory
One love
One life
One world
One people
One peace