every time you smile, listen to,
purely just be there for another:
in her struggle--or simply, just to bathe within her joy--
you are gently gifting her
in ways which travel deeply:
the earth resounds with grace!
Kate Lamberg
8/26/11
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
every time you smile
every time you smile, listen to,
purely just be there for another:
in her struggle--or simply, just to bathe within her joy--
you are gently gifting her
in ways which travel deeply:
the earth resounds with grace!
Kate Lamberg
8/26/11
rock bottom
a boat close to shore
has hit rock bottom
the hull cannot see
the tall grasses
on either side
nodding in the wind
it is OK---
spirit will wait
another million years
till we know
we are safe
to step out
and be one, once again
with the tall grasses
held still within the music--
harmonics found in heaven:
natural peace of unhurried hushes
fragrant freedom, song of rushes
Kate Lamberg
8/30/11
has hit rock bottom
the hull cannot see
the tall grasses
on either side
nodding in the wind
it is OK---
spirit will wait
another million years
till we know
we are safe
to step out
and be one, once again
with the tall grasses
held still within the music--
harmonics found in heaven:
natural peace of unhurried hushes
fragrant freedom, song of rushes
Kate Lamberg
8/30/11
i bask in the northeast winds
i bask in the northeast winds
by window-sill
facing north;
as the strong persistent
wind makes herself
right at home-
as she-wind,
an airy angel
of dancing delight
known not in books,
but in breathing gazes:
a pure elemental,
who guards my garden
assuring roots will stay,
even when the heads of black eyed sues
get whacked by her force, send those heads
flying wildly in the whooshing, seemingly random;
mama nature has had enough
she is pleading with all of humanity,
"drop your guns, i'll turn around,
as you may have to drop your jeans-
in the process of sheer absolving"
push through differences-
as hands with gentle force
dig in sandy earth
making peace among
all the layers of sediment
Kate Lamberg
8/29/11
by window-sill
facing north;
as the strong persistent
wind makes herself
right at home-
as she-wind,
an airy angel
of dancing delight
but in breathing gazes:
a pure elemental,
who guards my garden
assuring roots will stay,
even when the heads of black eyed sues
get whacked by her force, send those heads
flying wildly in the whooshing, seemingly random;
mama nature has had enough
she is pleading with all of humanity,
"drop your guns, i'll turn around,
as you may have to drop your jeans-
in the process of sheer absolving"
push through differences-
as hands with gentle force
dig in sandy earth
making peace among
all the layers of sediment
Kate Lamberg
8/29/11
what is the sound of grace
the sound of grace is
one leaf bouncing off the roof
as wind picks up speed
quickly falling to the ground
our breath, our heart beat
the wind coursing through-
now, the northeasterlies,
singing an uncompromising hymn
people awaken to the joy
found deep within
amidst nature's fortitude
she embraces us in her green fortress
the sound of grace
so subtle
no butcher knife can cut it
blessed storm quells
the rage inside our soul
as priorities loom bright
Kate Lamberg
8/28/11
written the day of hurricane irene.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I am half-sick of shadows
"I am half-sick of shadows, " said the Lady of Shalot
~Alfred Lord Tennyson
i am half sick of shadows
the half of me that shines light
is the half that will save me
from this torrential rain
floodgates over spilling
wonders of the world
relaying the excess
that we were born upon
now reinventing the wheel
moving on in geodesic domes
earthen seating replacing thrones
left to live out our lives without
need to choose a neat ending
we wash up on shore, ancient bottles
without messages, smiles...true cure:
in any language to try
when all other methods do fail
to hold on to the trust
this crashes down
we must
do what is sensed
floppy woven hats
replacing gilded crowns
relaxed, centered on the phoenix
we sit down
Kate Lamberg
8/25/11
~Alfred Lord Tennyson
i am half sick of shadows
the half of me that shines light
is the half that will save me
from this torrential rain
floodgates over spilling
wonders of the world
relaying the excess
that we were born upon
now reinventing the wheel
moving on in geodesic domes
earthen seating replacing thrones
left to live out our lives without
need to choose a neat ending
we wash up on shore, ancient bottles
without messages, smiles...true cure:
when all other methods do fail
to hold on to the trust
this crashes down
we must
do what is sensed
floppy woven hats
replacing gilded crowns
relaxed, centered on the phoenix
we sit down
Kate Lamberg
8/25/11
healing bones
healing bones, similar to healing ourselves, and ultimately the world~
sometimes we need to re-set the bone
before we cast it for awhile, as a small boat
out to the infinite sea--
trusting with, not against, the unlimited possibilities
with ourselves, we are not so obedient
while healing is happening, if we accepted
the process... how it takes it's own time,
and how it works best
without being tampered with---
then the healing will happen
trust in the power of the universe
to unfold all the green healing
we could possibly absorb;
trust in the process,
raising our deserving levels
to sky high--
bless all the stars in the sky
and get on with the work
loving every person, animal, tree...
and get on with the business
of sheer joy, blessed levity
Kate Lamberg
8/25/11
sometimes we need to re-set the bone
before we cast it for awhile, as a small boat
out to the infinite sea--
trusting with, not against, the unlimited possibilities
with ourselves, we are not so obedient
while healing is happening, if we accepted
the process... how it takes it's own time,
and how it works best
without being tampered with---
then the healing will happen
trust in the power of the universe
to unfold all the green healing
we could possibly absorb;
trust in the process,
to sky high--
bless all the stars in the sky
and get on with the work
loving every person, animal, tree...
and get on with the business
of sheer joy, blessed levity
Kate Lamberg
8/25/11
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
love, beyond desire
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
~ Kahlil Gibran ~
love, beyond desire
centers herself into each petal which falls
like a cascade of water droplets, pink in innocence
delicate in her liquid
wild in her growing among fields of ferns
and cedar trees we smell from a distance
a breeze left on our forearms
clutched in prayer, essence releasing
in each moment of garden's gratitude
worn stones hurled out to sea-
sand particles, tiny flecks of gold
tracing the path to her own little girl
who has fallen into the wishing hold
a renovated beauty,
ready to roll,to freely rise up-transmigrating
all tributaries, a shining chalice cup
Kate Lamberg
8/20/11
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
~ Kahlil Gibran ~
love, beyond desire
centers herself into each petal which falls
like a cascade of water droplets, pink in innocence
delicate in her liquid
wild in her growing among fields of ferns
and cedar trees we smell from a distance
a breeze left on our forearms
clutched in prayer, essence releasing
in each moment of garden's gratitude
worn stones hurled out to sea-
sand particles, tiny flecks of gold
tracing the path to her own little girl
who has fallen into the wishing hold
a renovated beauty,
ready to roll,to freely rise up-transmigrating
all tributaries, a shining chalice cup
Kate Lamberg
8/20/11
