Sadie’s Sifter

Sadie never left the house

Without her sifter

Before returning home

She liked to sit with it

In the park

Sometimes

She found she could

Sift a whole day

Most of it flowing

Ash onto the grass

Until she got down to

One clean round nugget

Sadie cherished

The one gem

That came from

Those fruitful days

And would make a point

To save it

Placing each beautiful

Glowing one

On her kitchen window sill

Sure to catch the light

It was the days

When Sadie sat

Sifting and sifting

Only to find

Caught in the mesh

Many awkward grey rocks

That Sadie spent

A little more time

In the park

She would make sure

To examine

And then say good-bye

To each stone

Then Sadie would toss them

One by one

Into the stream.

After the Conflagration 2

When anger

Is met

With a loving embrace

Felt

Expressed

That fire burns

But always comes to fall again

Into the sweet ember of the soul.

Dear One,

You will stand

In that fire’s wake

More open

And ready to receive

New

Unimagined

Radiating with such pure good

You will wonder

“How have I kept myself

From this sparkling place–

And who is already waiting for me here?”

After the Conflagration

Anger moves

A warm el Niño wind

Waiting to ignite

The dry mountain forest

Created in mind

It is a wind

That sucks breath

Until it strangles

Finally

An inspiration to rise

To meet it

As hot flames

Choking smoke

Eyes stinging with tears

It will be then that I may close them

And watch

As my mountain burns clear

A wide open blackened space

To stand in

“What will those wildflowers look like–

Who will I meet now that I’m here?”

Balance

Young Man

The way you will rise

Is by pulling her up to you

Don’t take her down that path

Pull her up onto your pedestal

Get her to the place

Where there are no old metaphors

Get her to that place

And then embrace.

Winnie’s Spring Cleaning

Winnie realized

She had been sitting for too long

Her hands clenched

Her mouth held firm shut

And so she opened them

Palms held up to the ceiling

Followed by a loud thundering scream

The next day

Winnie sat

As sparkling clear

As her empty crystal vase

She waited for what would come

And it came fast

As full and as fragrant

As a dozen new blooming roses.

Grace #4

Precious Grace

She falls

Around us

Sweet peach

In sunrise

And turns

Today

To burn

For Oklahoma

There

I see her red

And feel

Hot healing

That can only come

By her hands.

I Wonder

Someday

Swimming in star dust

You decided

It was time

To join us

You made your

Precious entrance

Into this world

Before your eyes

Had even opened

You called out

With your first sound

Letting us know

You came here

To be heard

And now

All I seem to do

Is drink you in

Through your eyes

I swallow love

As I wait

To hear your word

What dear son

Did you chose

To come through me for

What is your life purpose

How will you be heard?

krishanumountain

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