Teachers & Pathfinders

If you were a bee

Or a wolf in a tree

A fish in the sea

Or a mystery to me

If you had your own way

And did not have to pay

If you were given all day

What is it you'd say?

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June 2019

Feeding Dragons

Have you ever fed a dragon?

I bet you have a time or two

There’s the kind that bestow power

And the ones that make you blue

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If you keep a laser focus 

On the type you want to feed

You will find to your amazement

That you get just what you need

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April 2019

Heavy Metal Birdsong

When I was done this painting 
With the sign of mercury there
I decided to ask Google
To find out the why and where
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I found a correlation
That really made me sad
Seems birds and heavy metals
Are a combo that's just bad
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The studies that were cited 
At least four decades long
Show that toxic mercury 
Can change a mating song
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It's a shorter simpler tune
Than the song birds used to sing
The heavy metal birdsong
Has a dire warning ring.

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Jan 2018

A Mouthful of 'I'

We were scolded and told
That a mouthful of 'I'
Was not good or ok
But we didn't get why

Oh sure, we heard words
Like conceited and vain
But it didn't make sense
That they would complain

When we tooted our horn 
Or exposed our bright light
Showing off our passions
Is our holy birthright! 

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Dec 20/17

You Are Not a Beast of Burden

Last month of the year

And a Supermoon too

Do you feel that it's time

To make space for the new

Are you traipsing around

With a weight on your back

Then it's time to let go

Shed the unwelcome pack

You carry this burden

And no longer know why

But you suddenly sense

You have wings to fly

There's an inner light

That will guide your way

Just tune in and set out

Create a brand new day

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Dec 2017

Listening is Loving

Listening is loving 
Do you know what I mean?
It's a call to be quiet
receptive and seen

We all want to be heard
But let's each take our turn
You might be surprised 
At what you can learn

I'm often just thinking
About what I will say
While another still speaks
And that's not okay

So take the next chance
To sit with a mate
And really just listen
Be patient and wait

This practice is great
When we are with friends
But it's crucial with strangers
To build tolerance and mend

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Aug 2017

Black Jaguar Came Calling

(Poetic Manifesto)

Black Jaguar stealthily came to me

shocking me out of my apathy.

When I forgot yet once again

mired alone in my prison of pain

he reappeared in another place

reminding me of the sacred space;

that haven within where answers live

where peace resides if we will give

our focus to that inner voice

that teaches us we have a choice.

So onward to that place of power

I'll not let fear build up its tower.

I journey inside to sit with Source

allowing Jaguar to lead, of course!

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Poem - Nov 2014

Painting – July 2017

No Wooden Eyes To See

No wooden eyes to see

No wooden hearts for me

The one who wins the gold

Will hold a vision bright and bold

But the gold of which I speak

Is not the dollar strong or weak

It's the riches banked within

That will be the prize we win

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Nov 2016

The Storyteller

The storyteller plays a role

Of great importance for our soul 

Recounting tales about our past

The timeless things that truly last

Those threads that bind our common fate

Give comfort when we can relate

To others who have gone before

So Storyteller spin your lore

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Nov 2016

The Veil is Thin

It's Witching hour on Devil's Night

The veil is thin and Ghosts delight

New moon rises on this night too

What a cauldron of magic stew

The weird and weirder venture out

It's quite a show without a doubt 

So be eccentric don't be shy

Just let your special freak flag fly

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Oct 2016

We The People

we the people

do declare

this silly game seems so unfair

that's true unless you drop the veil

remembering from whence you hail

then you'll recall just who you are

almighty ones from ancient stars

and reclaim what is rightly yours

so hearts can lift and spirits soar

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Oct 2016

Turmeric Tom

Turmeric Tom has a hole in his head 

It's because he listened to what 'they' said

Now he hears from his heart

And leads with his love 

So the hole in his head

Shines light from above

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Oct 2016

Celebrate Your Leap of Faith

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Celebrate!
your leap of faith 
from your comfy cocoon
and the din of your distractions

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Stepping free of discouraging words
you fall into the void of creation
where uncertainty reigns
but rewards are sweet treats for your soul

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Jul 2016

Spell Yourself Well

The Curandera
wants you to know
the mind is magic
it can heal and grow.

There is nothing
you need to buy or sell
just believe in your power 
to spell yourself well.

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May 2016

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'Abracadabra' is an incantation that in days of old was believed to heal. 
The letters were inscribed on an amulet, the word disappearing in a descending triangle. 
As you spoke the diminishing word it was believed that the illness would vanish along with the letters. 

What Seeds Are You Planting?

what seeds are you planting
in that garden of yours?
what fruit will you bear?
what's behind your doors?
will the thoughts that you think
and the words that you speak
reflect the good fortune 
that you wish to reap?

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Jun 2015

Dance With Life

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writing her story
she realized
that her path
all full of twists
and turns
had made her
wiser
and her life 
a series of adventures
with her and him
and them
had brought her
to this place
of surrender
and acceptance
of the winding
road that leads
to knowledge
of the

Self

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Mar 2015

Whale Wisdom

Whale warns
waters warm
we were
wantonly wasteful
will we wake-up
with Whale Wisdom?

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Mar 2015

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The Tree Plea

Protect me.
If not for me, 
for thee.
You see,
I be 
OXYGEN
for all (wo)men.

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Sep 2014

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Turn the Page

shadows from the past
emerge and merge
reflecting a wound 
so deep
we weep

but then

skyline fills with dawn
hearts brighten too
grief dimmed by daylight
we clock
more talk

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Feb 2013

The Circus

ban the circus

break it down

let it float off
on summer breeze

still young enough
to talk it over
take the high road
away from tears

birds fly by us

freedom finds us

just know this time

won't come again

a new sunrise

lights the highway

weight of the world

is soothed with love

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Jan 2013

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Desire's Fire

my edges smear
as you draw near
which colour me
which colour you
do angles bend
so each can mend?

who brings black
who brings lack
whose stain is whose
what shade are you
do i bring dark
and you a spark?

how much bright
from my lamp light
which flame is yours
does mine burn more
do you retreat
as i feel heat?

do we bring much
within our touch
to heal the pain
and blend our pitch
to match the mark
that cancels dark?

the box that broke
when we first spoke
can be rebuilt
to store our hurt
but leave the wall
as it did fall

from round my heart

since from the start
i did impart
instructions to
my ego strong
to now refrain
from rule again

so in the end
my desired friend
we both can shine
with pure intent
if we drop lies
our spirits rise

our edges blur
we are the cure
the one we seek
in all we meet
the cosmos knows
our magic glows

allow the flow...

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(with appreciation and affection for the muse who fanned my flame)

May 2012

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Sorceresses Tea

This was I'd have to say

something that came by way

of Sorceresses that came for tea

today

No sooner had they gone

than the candle burning long

begged to be immortalized like ancient

song

Wax wanted to be written

to the Muse it was quite smitten

so it paired with paint as fingers in a 

mitten

The canvas did unfold

a mystic story bright and bold

a tribute to wise ones with hearts of

gold

I leave it now to you 

to decide on what is true

while deciphering the message and the

clue…

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(Thanks to Donna and Rita, the Sorceresses, for their inspiration.)

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Mar 2012

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From Rita: Very feminine energy with the number 3 representing all 3 of us. Looks like a Mayan face looking out in the upper right corner with an orb on his third eye. I see a faint angel/guide where the #3 indents.. Also a Mayan mask of the right side. He is in full ceremonial dress. 3 dots (the 3 of us) on the bottom with a footstep behind that. We are all taking a step but someone is behind us saying "Go into that uncharted territory. It's all right". I am so glad she did this because there is a message for all of us.

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From Donna: I am truly honored! I look at this and feel a lyrical, dynamic female energy. Dancing, pulsing like the movement of blood in the umbilical. All the Mayan references Rita made reinforce my desire to live in Playa del Carmen. The way the light colour spoons into the deeper orange makes me feel like I am supported by the divine. The warmth generated by the yellow gives the piece a true radiance...the same radiance we all possess.

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From Jane: Such wonderful descriptions. It's so interesting to hear how this intuitive art speaks to each person differently. I didn't even notice the "3", but now that you pointed it out it does make sense. 
I saw the dark image as a snake and the lighter, cracked image behind it as the shedding of its skin - transforming. Snake is also a symbol of healing. When I looked up snake as totem I found references to Quetzalcoatl, the deity whose name means "feathered serpent". He was also patron of the arts and crafts. Some of the drawings of Quetzalcoatl look very similar to the Mayan-looking figure at the top of the canvas!

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Images of Yesterday

We see

not with our eyes

but with memories

trapped in a web of yesterday’s truth

We mourn

not for this day

but for all those gone by

that are caught in our net of regrets

We pine

not for the love we have

but for the ones who have left

as we hang on to ghosts that remain

We cry

not for the beauty of now

but for the milk that's been spilt

and the dream of what might have been

We die

not just at the end

but a little each day

when we look back instead of ahead

We suffer

not for the present

but for casting our rods

into water that’s under the bridge

We seek

not for this moment

but for each shiny gem

that is always just out of reach

We curse

not our bright light

but the sins of our past

losing sight of the gold at our feet

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Poem - early 2011

Painting - late 2011

Let's Go Dancing

Let's go dancing

and whisper words

that conjure up images

of Monsters and Angels

to shake off the dust

of illusion

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Poem - Autumn 2010

Painting - Summer 2011

1926 Dream

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One night, in the summer of 2011, the number 1926 kept flashing through my mind while I slept.

When I woke up I couldn't remember any other details, but I was so perplexed that I sat up and started to write about it in my dream journal. Suddenly this poem started to flow and as it says,

I grabbed a blank canvas and the painting and poem developed together.

The whole process took a couple of hours and it was quite a mystical experience.

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All night long

a number in my head

1926

is how it read.

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I awoke perplexed

what could it mean

is it a calendar date

or just part of a dream?

I decide to find out

what the mystery’s about

I grab a blank canvas

and begin to shout:

Why, What, Where?

who is trying to come thru'

it must mean something

what am I to do?

I’m told to follow

the night into day

so I grab my paints

and I start to play.

I lay down a base

of the color red

and on the cotton

paint what’s in my head.

The number goes down

a face starts to appear

who is this person

wearing flying gear?

Yep, it’s a woman

in a flying cap,

now I’m so curious

I ask Google on my lap

to search the net

to see if it’s true

what Amelia was doing

in the year I just drew.

It says in ‘26

if the facts are right

that George first asked

if she’d join the flight,

across the Atlantic

with two other guys

she’d be the first woman

to travel those skies.

The flight actually left

in the year ‘28

Amelia was on it

time to celebrate!

She became the first woman

to fly cross the sea

and to other women

an inspiration she’d be.

Not sure if the number

that was in my sleep

was about Amelia

but here’s where I leap.

This pioneer woman

was a hero for all

she followed her dreams

and answered her call.

She paved the way

and to her I bow

so my night time dream

becomes my daytime vow,

to heed my visions

so there’s no remorse

to do what I came for

to follow my course.

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Jun 2011

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