Blue Sky Woman

Day 27 of the Soul Card Journey
with Elizabeth Crawford of Soul's Music
Soul Cards by Deborah Koff-Chapin
at http://www.touchdrawing.com/

She is

Blue Sky Woman,

who has walked around

her whole life,

head back,

gazing at the sky.

Sky Traveler,

so many miles

she has wandered

under the beauty

of this

celestial blanket.

Star Dreamer,

she asks

her questions

of the stars,

and, when they're

silent,

she directs her

attention

to the moon.

A white dove of Peace

flies alongside

as she journeys,

for she wants

no disharmony

anywhere

near her person.

Her step lilts,

and she sings

as she travels,

for a hopeful heart

rides along

in her breast pocket.

That blue sky

has carried her

a long ways,

first thing she sees

in the morning,

last thing she sees

at night:
so much

beauty, mystery,

and wonder
to be found

in  decoding
the transubstantiation

of the clouds.

Sky Travelers

We are so driven,

rushing,

with our eyes closed,

brains on auto-pilot,

blindly trying

to Get More

when there will

never be

Enough -

until we

awaken,

bemused and drifting,

Sky Travelers,

gently coasting upon

the currents

of each day

so filled with gifts -

such precious moments

of complete perfection,

each one a jewel

the universe

sends

our way.

These eyes.......

[written in reponse to Poets United's Thursday Think Tank Prompt : The Eyes]

My eyes
are on my mind today.
Ever since the doctor said
the gel in my eyeballs
is collapsing in on itself,
I have noticed my vision
getting blurry,
deteriorating.

I have been reading
faster and faster,
trying to get all the books read
that I want to read,
typing faster and faster,
trying to get all the poems
and stories in one place
to say what I did
when I was here.

He'll see me at 2:30
next Tuesday
and $120 later
we'll know
what's up.

These eyes
have seen a lot.
They have gotten me
through
hard times
by always looking up,
watching the sky,
reminding me
there is a bigger picture
than the one in front of me.

These eyes
have looked on
mountains and meadows
and waves rushing swiftly
in to shore.
They have marveled at
sunrises and sunsets
and storm clouds
and forests
and midnight moons.

They have smiled at dogs
and babies
and old people,
and have feasted
on the whole rich panorama
of life.

These eyes.....
may I keep seeing
through
these eyes...........

STAR VOYAGER

[Shaman's Journey - from deviantart.com]

[This poem was given to me in a dream. I woke from sleep, seeing the Shaman's face right before my eyes, swiftly writing it down, as the dream and his face slipped away, faster than I could write. Posted for Poetry Jam: Visions]

Time traveling,

winging through the cosmos,

my body

its own spacecraft-

nothing between

my Self

and all the stars,

bathing in their friendly light,

riding the vortex,

upward hurled,

traveling through Forever,

awesome

Sky-world.

Cosmic beings,

giant creatures

green and blue,

beckon me

to join them,

this journey

all the proof

(I always knew)

that we are One,

speaking a language

of the heart

that needs no words,

sharing a universe

where we all belong,

making music

in which we are all notes

of the same song.

Then, as I waken,

eyes open

and for sure

no longer dreaming,

I see

a painted mask,

First Nations warrior,

his face alive,

suspended there

before me.

He looks at me,

behind his painted mask,

Medicine man,

intensely kind and wise,

and, strangely unafraid,

I do not hide

but hold his shaman's glance

beguiling,

as he looks deeply,

deep into my eyes,

and smiling.

[When this waking dream happened to me, I had just collapsed with chronic fatigue but did not yet know what was wrong with me. I found the shaman's face so kind and reassuring, like he was telling me I would be all right. And I was.]

CLOUD DREAMING

Josh, a tree sprite


Little boy
upon the grass
looking at
the sky so vast
watching puffy cloud-shapes pass
while the days
drift
slowly past

Arms crossed behind my head, am I
humming my love song
to the sky
below me
grass so soft and dry,
above a yellow
butterfly

Time stretches out
without an end
time the little
boy's best friend
these days will never
come again
the way they do
when I am ten

LOVER OF THE SKY

2002

I am a lover of the blue sky,
perfect clouds
like a dream sail by;
of a green walk in the wild wood;
of trees dripping on me
where I stood;
of mist rising up
where the river bends;
of the small sweet song
of a striped-headed wren.
I am a lover of the burning flame
lit for world peace
in hearts the same.
I am a lover of the morning sun,
already radiant
the day begun.
I am a lover of the whale, leaping,
of the blue, blue hills
in the sunset sleeping.
I am a lover
of the eagle's cry,
who sweeps and soars
without a Why.
I am a lover
of life alone,
of the heart's peace
when it's at home.
I am a lover
of my old dog's smile,
of his warm brown eyes,
of his lack of guile.
I am a lover of the warm spring rain,
of the smell of earth stirring
to life again.
I am a lover of the ocean's roar,
of the sandy beach
stretching all before.
I am a lover of rock and log,
of driftwood shapes
looming through the fog.
I am a lover of clouds, of stars,
of the falling dark,
of soft guitars,
of the meadowlark,
of the summer's breeze,
of days of struggle,
days of ease,
of heartfelt love
gone away too soon,
of goodbyes under
a slice of moon.
I am a lover
of fresh-cut grass,
of children's laughter,
of dogs I pass,
of babies all
innocence and rapture,
of the bent and aged
who tremble after,
of the falling leaves,
of a job well done,
and I am a lover
of beasts that run,
of water that moves
and creates its own way,
of the journey made
and the price I pay.
I am a lover
of brand new books,
those journeys that
I never took.
I am a lover of music that sings,
songs of the heart,
the hope it brings,
and the flight of poems
for a brand new dawn
that knows this life
is Moving On.
Like the heron, stalk-still
at the water's edge,
makes a sudden leap -
I am the same.
Poised to dive
from a tilting ledge,
the horizon lit
with a golden flame,
I'm waiting
to hear
Someone
call my name.