nature – Monarca Rising

Monarca

Monarca by Carmen H Gray Soft, soft I hear Buzzing silence Proboscis unfurls Tiny insect feet Stepping gently On the pads of my fingers She is changed And I am pleased To witness her
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One of These Days

by Carmen H Gray One of these days I’ll get it right I’ll learn to lean into the lightness of the wind And I’ll borrow a song from the sea I’ll set all sadness aside and I’ll mend The hollowed out grief inside of me One of these days I’ll not care one bit I’ll…
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Conversations with My Father

by Carmen H Gray How do you have a conversation with your father when he isn’t quite himself? I’ve been learning to navigate this recently. Tonight I called him to check in on the state of things. He informed me that his sitter had been ensuring that he eats and drinks. He also gave high…
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Today

Arms and legs suspended like drapery Today I imagined my heart split open and a bouquet of flowers Burst forth While I lingered in the tender vines I surrendered to time And all of the entanglements it demands Leaves fall when they are ready To give the ground a soft landing For a well worn…
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Courageous

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.” ― Lucius Annaeus Seneca An act of courage is as unnoticeable as breathing (to the outside observer) When you’ve kept everything stored up for a potential moment That has yet to materialize It is the unfurling of a leaf The action directly following an extended pause…
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Suspended

For it’s our grief that gives us our gratitude, Shows us how to find hope, if we ever lose it. So ensure that this ache wasn’t endured in vain: Do not ignore the pain. Give it purpose. Use it. -Amanda Gorman Suspended by Carmen H Gray Fold yourself gently into it, my love Suspension is…
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The Ancients

by Carmen H Gray Time passes it is a path of fallen petals strewn across soundlessly, like dew drops upon fresh blades of grass they are just as temporal each petal holds a moment whereby a day was lived, gladly or sadly depending on the circumstances they disintegrate softly curling inward becoming part of the…
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hands

hands by Carmen H Gray the ice was crisp and forming on the leaves of my plants i had tended i knew each leaf, each flower i could almost feel their cells, filling with tiny shards of ice cutting them open and destroying plant tissue which made me grieve their deaths but it wasn’t until…
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The Light that Pervades All Things

“Whether you worship Christ, Krishna, Kali or Allah, you actually worship the one Light that is also in you, since It pervades all things.” ― Anandamayi Ma The Light That Pervades All Things by Carmen H Gray Within you there is a light It has a certain miraculous quality that gives it momentum To traverse the…
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Truth Teller

art & poem by Carmen H Gray Harbinger of Truth Night Scout Spirit of the hidden realms You called out Before dayspring with its auspicious, tender light Caught me, heedless in my faraway flight Who? Who? You asked And I heard the question Though I found no origin Surrounding my perception What were you…
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