Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

  • Memorizing Poems: The Poet as Storyteller

    Memorizing Poems: The Poet as Storyteller

    Reading poetry out loud is an art form much like singing a song.

  • Streaming Prayers into Birth

    Streaming Prayers into Birth

    Streaming Prayers into Birth Sitting at the altar waiting for poems, Random thoughts; fleeting clouds, Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul, Words perched on limbs of inspired trees Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze. May they stay; their song, my meter! Ice freezes their tunes in…

  • New Audio: Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    New Audio: Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    This post includes the audio for the latest poem uploaded December 30, 2017. You can see the wording on that post. Winter is a good time to reflect. Introspection opens to spiritual growth. Sometimes when we face ourselves, we may feel depressed. Knowing yourself and letting go of all that…

  • Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    In honor of winter! This is a good time for introspection and spiritual growth.

  • Our Flower

    Our Flower

    Our Flower In this light Our flower is temporal. From seed, planted in wet earth, Potential to unfold. To bud, infant life Innocent to Time’s story. To bloom, the perfect burst of Its dance of life in Sun, our Beauty in its own rays Forgotten in decay, for Time in…

  • Gaia

    Gaia

    This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.

  • What Do You Do?

    What Do You Do?

    What Do You Do? What do you do For a homeless soul, Flailing in the dissipating self, Swallowing night air, Gasping for breath as though Seized by swarms as they Emerge in their flight To cloud-capped ridges Of thunder slapping The weary heart Locked in despair? The Eye sees; The…

  • This New Earth

    This New Earth

        This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch Until the swirling breeze Seizes them for the ground To heal the soil, dried From August drought.   One last fruit,…

  • Oh, Child

    Oh, Child

    A Oh, Child Oh, Child, How you hold your form. Soul of infant stars Ready to go nova. Bud of tree Rooting in familiar soil Infusing wisdom. Hatchling of hope, Fledging of wing, Seeking flight to All. Leaf, spring green, Uncurling for air With perfect fingers. Pure soul, Chaste stream,…

  • Sleep Sit

    Sleep Sit

    Sleep Sit Fields of rice Beating sun heat Hands for hoes Dry dirt for shoes Meals over fires Water to haul On bent back In a land with no shade Bits of life Carved into the skin as Canyons and dried rivers Crossing each other or Stitches of the days…