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Unforgiven Rapture

Now That You Are Infinite

Transcendence of Fury

What Little I Know

One With the Never-ending

Earthbound Supernova

The Majesty of Destruction

In the Infinite Now

Why We Love Dogs (A Little Something in Celebration of National Dog Day)

Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope)

Sanctuary of Flame

Microcosm

Glistening in the Dark

Walnut

On the Trail Between Orchids and the Otherworld

Words Like Smoke and Sand

The First Iris

The Totality of You

Winter Meditation

The Language of Wonder

Storms of Jupiter

Digital Chains

Plunging to Heaven

On the Shores of Cepheus

Why We Love Dogs (A micropoem)

Ascension in Gold

Crucible of Light

In the Last Green Hours

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest

Nucleus

Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

 

On the Trail Between Orchids and the Otherworld



This sunrise is not a
dream I woke up in,
but it should be. It's
too brazen for
this world:

just a few trickles of
branches between me
and a blistering-red
Otherworld;
just one thought
between the land
of pretending and
the place
where it all
began,

and look,
the wild orchids
have returned to finish
their lecture on trust—
they never doubted
though the spikes and
chains of winter.

So where were we,
little folds of
intelligent linen,
new arrivals from
the furnace
of creation?

Tell me more about
the birth
we've forgotten.

Just consider this:
What if the Source of
all love cherishes
us because we are
Itself
and form is
irrelevant? I mean,
what if it's
that simple and we
don't have to prove
anything anymore than
the fine-woven blooms
have to convince
God of their worth?

Ruffled waters
give a voice to peace
and suddenly
I'm in a crowd of questions
I don't need answers to,
at least not now.

The sky immerses the lake;
the lake, the sky
and the effortless ferns
and the old trees as well.

In acceptance,
all is one.


Patricia Joan Jones
















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