Tuesday, March 2
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Tag: jamie dedes

JOY . . .  in transformations of the heart

JOY . . . in transformations of the heart

Joy, Poetry
One summer night you stood on the beach where the sky touched the sand and spoke in midnight blue. [A thousand twinkling eyes watched and winked.] You were a handsome boy, as straight and serious as a sigh. The other girls giggled, thinking you too stodgy, too old, but I stepped back, looked at your heart and lost my breath. Your winter gave birth to my spring, your darkness my light and we’ve never been the same. “Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.” Julio Cortázar (1914-1984), Argentine novelist, short story writer, and essayist. © 2018, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)
JOY in the unfettered canticle of trees . . .

JOY in the unfettered canticle of trees . . .

Joy, nature/wilderness
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” John Muir, Our National Parks Still for a moment the church bells pealing the ancient canonical hours. Still the lyric call of the muezzin. Silence the Shacharit, the Mincha, the Arvit. Stay the wheels and the flying flags. Let nature's prayer alone reverberate in the unfettered canticle of trees. "A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." John Muir (1838-1914), Scottish-American naturalist, environmental activist, and author...
JOY in holding fast to dreams . . .

JOY in holding fast to dreams . . .

Hope, Joy, Poetry
“It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the Fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation had said, 'All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up.' And they did.”  Diane Arbus  surfacing from mother-sea, we came ~ we came shape-shifting and sighing, living before the prescient moon and under the life-giving sun, we climbed mountains and marched into valleys short-lived, we camped by the riverside, we slept in caves, we cleared the forests, built cities that domesticated us we became sophisticated, forgot our rootedness in the archives of heaven, our shared destiny with the earth, we forsook our history and the stars, invented math, maps and compasses, ...