letting go, living, moments, nature, new year

Rain

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Rain

by Carmen H Gray

This morning’s misty rain

Reminded me

That in these last two new days of the year

So much has been gently cleansed

The kind of purification that you might not even notice

Like walking down that same hallway

In that once familiar building

That housed so many hopes and fears and tears

But this time

It was a singular experience

In the extraordinary world

Today’s rain on the bamboo

Greeted me like an old friend

On my porch

Unlike the day before

living

Circle

“We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game”-Joni Mitchell

 

Circle

by Carmen H Gray

 

Equidistant

Perfect movement forward

Sliding Downward

Then Upward

Each point containing

Its own perfect perspective

Of Existence

All around us

Vectors teaching us

A fraction of a change

Moves the course

Flowing round, flowering

Each dying end turning

Back into life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

letting go, nature

Now No More

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“For the sake of some things
 That be now no more
I will strew rushes on my chamber-floor, I will plant bergamot at my kitchen door.”

-from Rosemary, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now No More

by Carmen H Gray

Putting things to rest

Set aside, motionless

Strike a match, be done at last

A trinity twined from the past

The glow from the flame intensifies

And all lost things, all broken ties

Let loose into the void to fill

It up again when it will

Raven dark and softly unfurled

Greetings to the crimson world

All the scenes now no more

March on quietly, evermore

hope, letting go, nature

Leaving

“Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.”

-by Hafiz (from All The Hemispheres)

Leaving

by Carmen H Gray

Heart, absconded

Quiet and mutable

Life, responded

Jagged and beautiful

Leaves fall

Trees sigh

Birds call

Winds fly

A vessel is just a space

An undefined depression

An empty place

To fill with expression

Zero is potential

Unopened

The existential

Yet unspoken

 

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One Hundred Percent

 

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One Hundred Percent

By Carmen H Gray

In the backpocket of my mind I keep

A list of things

To reconsider

When the casualties of the outside world

Make me bitter

Air that is 10 degrees cooler

After hundreds of days in the hundreds

My own sense of humor

Making me laugh in the presence of no one in particular

One hundred percent of those caterpillar rescues

Culminating in brilliant life

The jet and coral magestic hues

Of a monarch unfolding itself, right before my very eyes

One hundred percent of me living

In the blushes of the hushed sunrise

Open, empty again for a new day

To fill with possibility

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Truism

“It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.”– from The Invitation by Oriah

Truism

by Carmen H Gray

What makes you smile?

Not one of those fake, necessary smiles

Rather, one of those no-strings-attached ones

Unadulterated. No filter. Just elated.

Like a leaf. Or a stone.

Something natural, of the earth

Blood and bone

Cells and tissues

Something real that issues

Forth

What makes you see?

Not the black and white scenes on display

Rather, the full spectrum of prismatic hues

Technicolor and Kodachrome.

Refracted light and shade

Something that cannot be portrayed

By anyone else but you

 

 

 

 

 

 

beauty, living, nature, poetry, time, writing

In The Garden of The Heart

“A fractal is a way of seeing infinity”-Benoit Mandelbrot

In The Garden of the Heart

by Carmen H Gray

I heard the soft sound of those delicate chimes

And suddenly I was there

Those warm springtimes

Walking, walking in my garden fair

The rosemary sticky with its scent

The artemesia silvery and light

No plant I touched was discontent

The proud lavender, standing upright

In that garden, was I there?

Were those days carefree before?

I wondered that as I lay here

Time is a revolving door

Nature’s fractals I have seen

In that garden where I stepped

The leaves outstretched and deeply green

A lovely place where I have wept