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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Random Joy

"I see my beauty in you"
Jelaluddin Rumi


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So it was here all the time:
that untamed happiness that
keeps getting lost under heavy
cushions of daylight or in
mysterious corners of the
hundred different things
that have to be done before noonó
but here it is again.

This time it showed up in that
place within your arms where
I can hear every thought youíre
thinking about me,
where it sounds like
oceansong, calling me to swim
deeper and deeper into
the glittering heart
where I was born.
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Other times it shows up in
some feathery little moment, those
times when we jump out of
our skin upon glancing at the
aftermath of winter:
looted trees scaled down to
nothing by the battle,
yet here they are, backlit by
fragments of a universe in
full bloomó
you could pick it and smell
something like living rubies or
long-buried summers and all the
dainty, forbidden wonders growing
outside the house of your childhood,

But usually I find it in some
microscopic moment I hardly knew
existed, or those times when I
forget I live an ordinary life,
when I notice a small light,
soft as the mindís dance in the
twilight of awakening,
startling as the spicy blossoms
that grow on the tips of
frozen forests.

And I recognize this light,
I know it well.
Iíve seen it at the moment of my
childrenís birth,
and in those times when I truly
believe there is no death,
and Iíve seen it
float across your eyes,
and brush against your face,
and remind me what Iím doing here,
what my soul has been up to.
Iíve seen it,
burning, spirit-soaked and
laughing,
everywhere in you.

© Patricia Joan Jones

Published in Ancient Heart Magazine
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