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Beauty

I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret

 

yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing

 

look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

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Life Stories Write

 

this

is life too

 

this time in

this room

clock ticking

rush and wait

turning pages

you never intended

to read

 

as it turns out

this is your story

 

so tell it

 

tell the dark jokes

sing the sad songs  

you can’t forget, laugh

till you feel

like crying

till you

feel

 

sometimes healing is

not a cure but

the coping

the reconciling

the holding on

to hope regardless

 

give this day a title

worth remembering

even if

you didn’t choose it

this

is your adventure

 

Spectacles by Lurana Brown

Thank you to Postcard Poems and Prose for publishing my poem!

Art Credit - PP&P Staff Art Credit – PP&P Staff

Lurana Brown is a palliative massage therapist and pianist and is studying to be a midwife-to-the-dying. She operates her business as a gift economy. She’s been called oversensitive, serious, and most of all idealistic, but she’s sticking with her laissez-faire faith that light can break through any darkness. She thinks the most beautiful things in the world are wilderness and grace. Lurana’s poems have been published by the Blue Hour, Shoe Music Press, Shout Out UK, Spirit Caller Magazine, S/tick, and Swimming with Elephants. She can be found at www.luranabrown.com and has a few illustrated poems available at Redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/luranabrown.

The author wearing her most favorite pants ever. The author wearing her most favorite pants ever.

Looking less serious at a luau. Looking less serious at a luau.

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“Everything is Waiting for You” ~David Whyte

“Voyager: Humanity’s Farthest Journey” NASA, edited by Jaybear, 2011. (Public Domain)

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press

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“This is the true joy of life…” ~George Bernard Shaw

“This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live.

Life is no “brief candle” to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”

~George Bernard Shaw

 

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“When life is sweet…” ~Shauna Niequist

“When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.” ~Shauna Niequist

The Fireborn Seed

“Wild fire area, N Hörken, Ljusnarsberg, Sweden. After the wild-fire new plants of Pinus sylvestris grows. First year only a few, but soon the surviving pines will put a lot of cones and seed the ground.” Taxelson, 2007 (Public Domain)

 

This poem is from my lyric essay on fire ecology: “The Pyriscent Seed: Trial by Fire.”

 

some seeds need spring rain

and some need summer sun

but then there are the kinds that need fire

like the evergreen pinecone

 

all through its dormant time it waits

all through the dark and gloom

this good seed waits for the time to be right

patient for its turn to bloom

 

then when it comes, how that fire burns

death and decay fall away

but the fireborn seed is now set free

and its life begins today

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