how light bends

"art is a lie that makes us realize the truth." ~ Pablo Picasso

how light bends around the pond
not pompous or timid
not needing to convince
just the honest streaming

simply beaming a truth
only realized by those
who settle in- who trust

earth's grounding vision..
sky's palatial chameleon..
fire's drumbeat humming
water soothes- this river running

words and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved~.(c) '13

photo by kate lamberg..(c) '13

breaking bread on both sides

Dedicated to the UN~and her Birthday today!

breaking bread with friends-nothing comes closer to pure delight..then i think of those who must stumble upon scraps-as the mercury does drop in the darkened night

even crusts of bread can break a tooth...we look away as our hearts break in sorrow- we never know what to say to help mend the brokenness of homelessness "don't give money, as they might use it for booze or drugs" my parents used to say--give them food- something nourishing like a turkey sandwich and some fruit--fine, i'd say,  but what about tomorrow?..

what about tomorrow.. we've been raised on annie's "tomorrow", where wishes come true, if sung on key- where no tummy goes hungry..  i have struggled with this my whole life...in a country where we could feed everyone like kings and queens- and still the suffering.... 

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we are born innocent,  looking up to something, tor someone to depend upon--  we learn the fine art of independence, singing.. then, as we grow wiser, we realize it's in the interdependence, the communal pool of love...where we swim in our greatest magnificence.                                                                                                                                                   

~Kate Lamberg..All rights reserved. (c) '13

as we heal ourselves, we heal the world

sometimes when the quiet sets in, usually close to sunset, or prior to sunrise, i find myself truly filled with such gratefulness i cannot contain my rising spirit, my heart seemingly beating more quickly, more loudly

i simply sit against the nearest tree,
and let the excess energies swirl down my body,
through the bottom of my feet-
to merge and do an ancient dance with our mother earth

palms and finger tips tingle in recognition of all the gifts of nature
as healing happens with focused intention- and the simple allowing
healing light travels to all the places
in the world that are showing up in need

and the world echoes
the smoothing settling in of energies
the softest fragrance of roses,
and sounds of chopin waltzes

words and photo by kate lamberg...all rights reserved..(c) '13

the keys to my secret life

the keys to my secret life
reveal music no one but my cats
and passing gulls can hear

as i play my songs, both soft &
clear--releasing the hand of fear;
we are the ivories we play upon

and each note serves to nourish
our already fertile life...
as songs are birthed in the light

words and photo by katyajo. (c) '13

eerie breaks into samba

haiku and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '13

eerie sunday skies
break into samba sunshine
colors dance, "be mine"

rose buds still cling

rose buds still cling to the branches
as individual petals do somersaults
across the still green lawn

along with the raging wind
petals join the rustling leaves
as autumn overlaps summer

resting together neath changing trees
we become the very thing
to which we in spirit do cleave

words and photo by kate lamberg.. all rights reserved..(c) '13

to be intimate with all things

"enlightenment is being intimate with all things" dogen

how you got in my pocket is beyond my lucky stars... how you continue to know me, when you never really listened is outside of the realm of my truest comprehension... you see i was groomed for being a lover of words- on an island of pitch pine, apples, grapes, cedars,  and sand as white as november's first coarse snow..

dancing as hot as my first fireball red kiss on a windy tree filled hill... before anyone would see me..before i knew anything about pain following pleasure..about the cue stick  vying for the even numbered balls..the luck of the draw, all jaunty and sporty--showing up on the wrong day, for the right date..in the wrong town, with the right smile..

without any tactfulness--all the right moves  before sunset--the reminding oneself that it was real by rubbing one's lips back and forth up and down to simulate all the things one young man could confiscate from one trusting young woman,  on a single afternoon, on a windy hill--between three pm and the dinner gong  

Kate Lamberg~all rights reserved (c) '13

two egrets- photo by kate lamberg..(c) '13

'tadasan', the mountain

we awaken the divine
by simply sitting still
like mountain, allowing
rivers to flow around us
winds to blow through us
rains to fall upon us
fires to be built around us-
imploring surya- sun
to illuminate our essence
awakening, without doubt or fear
what is here, free of illusion
then our being can truly shine
unimpeded by the mind's finite domain
our heartsoul sings the meeting
of blessed earth and infinite sky divine

words and photo by katyajo..(c) '13

in the present moment i love you

how could i be angry with you?
anger requires expectations that you be different than who you are...
anger necessitates living in the past-which is just an amorphous dream

how could i be hopeful?
hope requires expectations that things be different than what they are..
hope necessitates living in the future--which is just an amorphous dream

in the present moment...all i can do
is listen to my heart stumbling
speaking, "i love you"

~words and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '13

slow dancing at dawn

dedicated to the truth and beauty of durga~as the durga puja festivities continue...*~*~*~*~*!

stepping out into the rain drenched air...she noticed immediately how the rain had stopped, yet remained present in her sphere of gradually opening...gyrations of hips, as durga celebrates all that is both dark and light blending..carrying integrity in plumage rising--at the first touch of morning..gathering courage to live one's life--and not another's...as a blueberry can never be a reed..that which heals can not again bleed..neither stumbling, nor ascending--the flat earth felt feisty underneath her bronze sandals--stepping out amidst the dream tinged dawn- no poem to uphold the masses--simply smiles emerging--signaling the dry kindling/kingdom within... bursting into flame--simply carrying the name of the one whose tea light eyes sympathize  the common person and angel countenance--meeting as one brocade cape to wear through out the century--without harming anyone..for we have come to be light beams for each other--escorting each other home...

his eyes, like an amber comb
dancing through her  honeyed hair-
-illuminating the sky
for as far as one could see...

in the meaning behind synchronicity-
how all these lifetimes,
wearing all these various hats..
to arrive at this one...
meeting truth--half-way...fancy that!  

~kate lamberg..(c) '13

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give me a pen

setauket harbour~by katyajo..(c) '13

give me a pen that lasts a day
and you won't be seeing me
for awhile

you see, i have
words that have not been
revealed to you or even to me

but the task at hand- is to place
that pen in my right hand--
and be left

to roam in my expanded home
without walls for another handful
of days on end-

where the trees hide from knowing--
there is no secret
under heaven or beneath the river

there is no beast
or monster lurking
ready to pounce like panther

i am not sharing with you to prove
anything; just wanted you to know
it is eternally safe to walk over

the stepping stones are dry
no sea weed has danced so hard
among these humble watery environs

to trip anyone from moving forward
swimming in the rocky bottomed sound
where minnows tickle- never ridicule

kate lamberg..(c) '13