Patience

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my patience
grows roots
and raises branches
up to the sky
the flowering waits
for you
to find your way
to me

382

Rock and Wind

I am rock
rooted unmoving
you restless roving wind
sculpting me
in forms of fancy 
etching on me
chronicles of time

your patience
your love
no less than mine

274

Birds Of Wild

like birds of the wild
captured for amusement
women know 
the pain of clipped wings
but then
unlike birds
we can be whole again
soaring, swooping
circling, spiraling
we can reclaim for ourselves
the playground of the sky

355

poems

I sing my songs
I do not know
they will die in wilderness
or live on in busy streets
winged things of my heart
I release them
to the call of their destiny

* I am told that poetry has no market in this country.

347

Dreams Are Bridges

when night flows dark velvet

dreams become bridges

away from cruel daylight

free from all shackles

we run across separations

and meet

in pure spaces

292

aflame

cold wax and wick
I was until
set aflame
by the lover's touch
I burnt darkness
to ashes

276

Pearl

all her churning restlessness
is nothing 
but a silence ripening
beneath the tossing, seething ocean
pearl forming quietly

268

Silence

silence
picks 
words
before they fall
from my lips
and buries 
them deep
relics 
of a city
long forgotten
reclaimed by earth

253

Heavenwards

love of the open cage
love of the broken chain
love of the hands that hold
no begging bowl

love of the welling eyes
love of the burgeoning heart
love of the flame that rises
heavenwards

173

Worshipping Herself

fasting feasting

laughing singing

the young, the old

in sickness, in health

so many chronicles 

of pain and joy

throng to where she stands

celebrating herself

in her wondrous multiplicity

147

True Worship

his dream I am,

I am the love that throbs

in the measureless heart

of the lord of lords

and so I  know 

that the only worship

he asks of me
is the shedding of fear

is the holding in high honour

the sacred uniqueness of my being,
is the living of each moment
in joyous festivity

145

Sleeping Beauty

her cursed sleep

of a hundred years

awaits the dauntless one

who will cut through 

the forest of fears

and awaken

sleeping love

113