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IN MY EYES by Lori Ann Day
Look in my eyes,
and you will see my heart,
Have no fear of love,
just take control.
Perfect love casts out the
darkness and the walls that
we hide behind.
Reach beyond the distance,
and take a hold of my love.
Stop dancing with shadows,
and making love to illusions.
Let me breathe life into your
Let the walls fall,
and I will be with you
forever and always.
Don't let love slip away.
Come out out of the darkness,
and into the day.
Think of me, and imagine
that I am before you.
Hold my heart gently next
to yours, and I'll start
Come on in, and walk on
You are welcome to this
heart of mine, and all
the love I have for you.
All you have to do is try.
Just open your eyes, and
begin by looking into mine.
CHERRY DOVES by Anna Vidston
The cement driveway was hosed
with chemicals, made clean, stripped.
The lawn trimmed, weed-free.
Each hedge shaped into a
perfect square or rectangle,
by the man with a white face
and pale eyes
and a body foreign to sweat.
Blossoms were not allowed--
all plants were cut into angular,
neat shapes with his tools--
sharp and electronically powered for
And one day, in the still of winter
the man with the pale eyes left
with a woman who carried a pink, plastic briefcase.
The woman of the house
feared and railed against heaven
terrified by her sorrowful fate.
During her grief, the cornflower seeds tumbled onto the driveway
and dandelions went to seed beneath squared hedges
that began to grow--without benefit of trim--into flowers with purple petals
with a scent that magnetized the white butterflies
And in the spring of her grief
the woman of the house planted lavender, lilies, purple wisteria
and tall, proud birds of paradise that thrust their green throats toward sky.
She kneaded the soil and nourished the roots,
and the garden flourished with the blooms of her labor.
At summer's end, she looked toward heaven,
filled with a golden sun.
Satin-colored roses and cherry blossoms rocked
and rustled in the gentle hand
of a summer breeze; she was thankful for seed, for flower.
A pair of mourning doves nested on cherry branches,
and she praised heaven for bounty
as she kneeled among the blossoms of her garden
MEDITATION ON THE BREATH by Steve Sachs
(with thanks to Marilyn Rosner)
I am the healing snake
Shedding the skins of my years
turning to devour them again
Reaping the nourishment of experience
My flicking tongue tasting the memories
Guiding my teeth to sever ancient choices.
Experience is not to be swallowed whole,
But reworked in the process of digestion.
The new scales of my belly
Are the old remade
The better to propel me
Across the sands of time
Until at last my tongue savors
The nectar of salt and fish
Upon the air.
Then I know this is no desert
Upon which I crawl,
My heart sings
To feel my oneness with the sea.
SHAYNEE McDOUGALL by Steve Sachs 10/19/96
Your sacred song rises from your heart,
Carrying the fullness of your being
Through the circling ceremony
Of the spiral dance.
Your eyes, wide open to the dream
Unfolding above and below,
Flash with the Rainbow's light
Emanating within the core of beauty
In the depths of your being,
Casting the compassionate light
Of the gentle warrior
On all who pass
Within your vision.
SUNFLOWERS by Barry Sultanov
Bright as bonnets
they nod in the wind,
inviting each current they meet;
on thick, substantial stalks
yet promise permanence,
reliable as sunrise.
Do you hear them whispering,
sharing secrets, innocent, communing
in the silence
where the summer breeze has run?
they learn there is a time for fertile rain:
Black clouds roll, aroused,
ahead of rustling sheets
of piercing Arctic air.
Heavy raindrops mate and fall,
as yellow petals mist and dampen gold.
the flowers drop their skyward faces,
face the earth
as crystal tears
unwind their way
around the spiny shafts.
The moistened ground agrees
to take another rounded seed,
receives the gift of cycling.
the new ones come
as elder faces crack
and rain their cache
of blackened fruit,
releasing dreams that
led them on their journey to the sun- on days like this,
when potent truths
GIFTS FROM THE MOTHER by Hollis Melton
December 1-3, 1995 I danced the Naraya at the Synod house of St. John the Divine in New York City. I was gifted with this message.
I am the Mother
from me comes all life . . .
I am in all of you you are in me
Come bring me your sorrows
your tears, your laughter
tell me your stories, your visions, your dreams
bring me what you call your sins,
your shame, your feelings of unworthiness
I will dissolve them in my tears
Come, come, do not be afraid
I love you
I will listen to you, laugh and cry with you
I see you as you truly are
you don't have to hide anything
What? You don't want to come?
That's all right
I will wait for you
I never tire, my work is never done
I am strong, abundant
my spirit is everywhere, waiting
for you to come
Come, enter my embrace
I will soothe away your cares
I will melt your fears
my flame is bright
it will burn away your
disease, your pain
Come, throw what you
no longer need or want into my fire
I will consume it with cackles of glee
Come sit by me and be comforted
let me touch your heart
I am light, I am love, I am compassion
You can trust me
I know it's been hard, long and lonely
but I am here
with all of my heart, my passion, my desire
my whole being is here to serve you
And what do I want in return you ask?
I want you to fly free like a bird and
be who you truly are
I want you to live in the joy of each moment
I want you to see and know how beautiful you are
But how can I do all of that you ask?
I will be here to help you
whenever you are afraid
or in doubt reach out
and I will be there
you are not alone
As you peel off the crust
layers of old selves
what is locked away deep within the darkness—
hunger, fear, despair,
hopelessness and pain
will drop away
at the core I will be there
and you will be me and I you
the spirit of the Mother will be in each of us
Come dance with me