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TP Haiku and Sunday Chat with Steve 3/15/20, the one where I thank old friends of the Cafe

Kind remarks from a wonderful support to writers!

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White square rarity What else can serve your purpose? No one wants to know ~ Em C. 3.14.20

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Go Dog Go Cafe friends, baristas and guests… some of you may recall that the idea of an Internet coffee shop for writers was inspired by an exchange I had with Poet Girl Em a few years back. So when Christine approached me about starting a collective, I merged the Go Dog Go Treetop idea she and I had bantered about in comments with the Coffee Shop idea Em and I had bantered about and the Go Dog Go Cafe was born. Check out the About page for details…

Anywho… Em had been pretty quiet around these Word Press parts but she has come back with a humorous flourish with this haiku! Take the time to visit the First Friend of the Cafe and a dear old blogging friend of…

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Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry · Poem · Poetry · Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul

Weeping Willow

This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/).

Weeping Willow

When the old willow weeps,

her shoulders bow to the Light,

for her ancient tears sing

in tune with the spheres.

The Light binds limbs to leaves

and defies the shade.

Her skirt, a shelter to the fallen,

makes good blankets and walls.

Her learning and duty, her strength

in harmony and balance

to stand firm in storms.

We go to her.

Our pain, her food

transmuted into swords and light

for our battles and healing.

In her tears, no regret.

Grief and despair stand aside

in this humble Sallow of Time.

We bow to her

in gratitude.

Copyright© 2017/10/05  Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog; meelosmom@podbean.com (Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul)

Image:  http://imgarcade.com/weeping-willow-tree-wallpaper.html

 

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New Audio: Healing Light Takes No Sides

Healing light takes no sides;

It is a gift.

It wraps its love

Around our hearts,

And we are gifts to our healing.

Blessed Be.

 

One day with the Divine –

One lifetime,

One century,

One creation.

 

Truth

Affection

Gratitude

 

Three in one

Indivisible – always.

Be still and know.

He is there.

She is there.

We are there.

 

The universe is within us,

We are within the universe.

The universe and we are one.

 

Source about us,

Source within us,

The light of healing,

A clear and perfect channel.

 

Without condition,

Without rules,

Love with Truth

Affection

Gratitude

 

Three in one,

One in three,

Indivisible

Present in the invisible,

Profound in light,

Like fire heat,

With water ice

And air breath

Touching each chakra

Lotus blooming.

Blessed be.

 

This is the oracle

That we must all know

And will feel

Like the tides,

The ebb and flow of soul,

The dawning of light.

 

Light is healing;

It is blessed,

As blessed as the bird song

With the crest of sun,

Right

Good

Blessed

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Beautiful Lotus Flower at Sunrise (bing.com/images)

Lotus Flowers at Sun Rise by Bahman Farzad
Lotus Flowers at Sun Rise by Bahman Farzad
Audio · Poem · Poetry

Grief

Grief is ice.
Anger is fire.
Fear is boiling oil.

Aging is a slow death.
Feeling outmoded.
Feeling regretful.
Feeling guilty.
Feeling fearful.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Why do I care;
Who cares.
I ask for clarity and energy.

What matters is you.
Just be happy.
These are mole hills, not mountains.
Can’t bring back love.
Can’t fix everything.
Can’t outdo.
Can’t worry about recognition.
Can’t worry about inequity.
It’s not important.
It’s their blindness.
Just be grateful.

What makes me angry?
Am I letting go of the past?

Another shell breaks open for new life.
Growth emerges after fire.

I recall in times of despair, they said, why aren’t you angry?
I held it in selfishly. I couldn’t speak or cry out.
Why would it matter. Really.
If I shouted and screamed.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t.

I beg, please lift this darkness.
There’s too much to do other than what I’m supposed to do.
There’s too much loss with more on the way.
Is this life? Am I wrong to be concerned?
I’m angry and sad.
I’m ready to let go of it. But how?
It doesn’t end.

You counted the Mala beads.
This is a process. Just be patient. You did ask for this.
Seeking forgiveness in all lifetimes
Seeking gratitude in all lifetimes
Letting go of anger in all lifetimes
Healing curses in all lifetimes
Curing pain in all lifetimes
Seeking grace in all lifetimes
These are all gifts
Not burdens.
You chose to release the shadows.

It’s searing
Like the sun is inside of me
A blazing fire
I scream to the deaf.

It’s a cleansing
With the Light.
And so it is.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Kingdom of Sorrow  http://szydlak.deviantart.com/art/Kingdom-of-Sorrow-390145418

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