tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47927896590388097352024-03-21T11:25:36.091-07:00Sagewind VoicesLinda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-39115778952822970702013-04-06T08:23:00.000-07:002013-04-06T08:23:02.712-07:00<h2>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From spirit to flesh to spirit</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the pathway to God revealed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spirit enmeshed in a body</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to our world was sealed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow Land is calling</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to a far and better place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We release you, oh our dear one,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but will always remember your face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(c) Linda McGeary</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11.11.12</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From my novel TELLING TREE</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">soon to be published on Smashwords.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Working on sequel ONCE ON A BLUE MOON.</span></div>
Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-38870139729249350212011-07-27T15:47:00.000-07:002011-07-27T15:54:54.749-07:00Draining The RainbowYou promised!<br />You said you'd <br /> Be there!<br /><br />A friend for life...<br />Then you drowned <br /> In a bottle,<br />Draining the rainbow.<br /><br />(c) Linda McGeary<br />2011Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-76400571204475228082010-05-24T00:20:00.000-07:002010-05-24T00:25:18.000-07:00IN THE RIVERLove is a river,<br />calming and deep.<br /><br />Love is a river<br />that doesn't sleep.<br /><br />Broad and flowing<br />love moves along,<br /><br />keeping us current, <br />alive in the song.<br /><br /><br />(c) 5.16.2010<br />Linda McGearyLinda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-42986244299822157102009-09-21T11:46:00.000-07:002009-09-21T12:04:37.809-07:00IN CHANGE<span style="font-style:italic;">(With all that has been happening with my sister's health issues and my time being taken up with that and finding a comfortable place for her, I have not had time to write. Notes only. And keeping track of her money and expenses, meds, etc. have not left time or energy for much else. This is a poem my husband, Duncan, wrote while I was down in San Francisco with my sister. It speak to me of what she is going through, what we all go through. I think it is really good.)</span><br /><br />In change<br />there is fear and hope.<br />In change there is discomfort.<br /><br />Nothing grows without change,<br />thought, belief, or mercy.<br /><br />In change,<br />life is in charge,<br />in change I am small.<br /><br />All of good grows cold,<br />all of the bad gets older.<br /><br />In change<br />I am caught in the middle,<br />in change I am waiting.<br /><br />What comes is unexpected,<br />or worse, suspected.<br /><br />I tried to keep change<br />from happening, <br />for once too much change threw me,<br />and trampled me, and left me in limbo.<br /><br />But change has come,<br />nevertheless,<br />in love, and work, and play.<br /><br />The change I've accepted,<br />and the change I have fought.<br /><br />In change, I've tried a measured dose,<br />a time or space just right,<br />in change there has been overflowing,<br />and sometimes the running dry.<br /><br />I've been a rock, a stick,<br />but change has flowed around me,<br />and I've reached out,<br />in rare times.<br /><br />In change, I've found fulfillment,<br />where I expected little,<br />change I've tried myself,<br />before change was laid on me.<br /><br />In change,<br />I've seen there is no escaping.<br />Just acceptance,<br />of all I am and all I'm not.<br /><br />And yet, in change,<br />I am thankful,<br />for all the surprise<br />and curiosity of what's next.<br /><br />In change,<br />I am different despite myself,<br />in change I have lived my life.<br /><br />9.8.09<br />Duncan McGearyLinda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-35292753369394371972009-08-05T10:26:00.000-07:002009-08-12T12:04:15.677-07:00TWO PRINCESSESOnce upon a time there were two Princesses,<br />Princess Rachel and Princess Riley.<br />They went out to play one day<br />and a most unusual thing happened...<br /><br />They met another Princess.<br />She was see-through, <br />with wisps of cloud and sunlight for hair,<br />shining every color of the rainbow,<br />her dress a silver green swirl<br />of leaves from the Silver Oak.<br /><br />She was Princess Breeze,<br />and she asked them to play with her.<br />Princess Breeze picked them up,<br />and whisked them away<br />from the Summer Lands in the southeast,<br />and carried them all the way to the lefthand coast.<br />All the way up, to the high, dry desert,<br />and down to the Giant Redwoods,<br />and beyond.<br /><br />Princess Breeze carried them to cousins,<br />aunts and uncles,<br />family dogs and cats,<br />pet spiders,<br />(to which they said yuck, because they were on the walls and not in cages)<br />and a little secret room with candles <br />and an abalone shell for burning sage and sweet grass.<br /><br />They saw big cities,<br />and open country, rivers, the ocean <br />and clouds,(Princess Breeze's cousins).<br />They climbed high mountain peaks,<br />then rushing whitewater they rafted,<br />with Breeze close behind.<br />Lava Buttes and chipmunk snoots<br />where all on the agenda.<br />But all to soon, Breeze's Mother, the Moon,<br />called her home from the west.<br /><br />She carried them back,<br />Princess Rachel and Princess Riley,<br />to the land where the sun shines hot,<br />where the turtle hides<br />and the alligator glides<br />and pink flamingos dance.<br /><br />Yes, she carried them home,<br />their bag of memories held tight<br />never to be forgotten.<br />They slept that night and day,<br />for it was hard play,<br />waking with smiles and laughter.<br /><br />(c) 8.4.09<br />Linda McGeary<br />The Princesses AuntLinda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-12524263841378290362009-08-03T21:12:00.000-07:002009-08-03T21:10:38.100-07:00FREEDOM'S DREAMConscious to be, to redeem,<br />find my peace, my place.<br /><br />Living the Hero's dream,<br />feeling love shine on my face.<br /><br />The release of creative flow,<br />finding riches within,<br /><br />connect, merge, know<br />Divine, kith and kin.<br /><br />Inner work Ocean Deep,<br />fearlessness out to the world.<br /><br />Mansion rooms of Seashell Treasures, to keep<br />and give away. Peace, strength, magic swirled<br /><br />together within one thing, a tether,<br />facing all fires, all fears.<br /><br />Rising on the tide of heat, like a feather,<br />cresting the current of the years.<br /><br />Linda McGeary<br />10.25.99Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-7975053517255957402009-07-17T08:04:00.000-07:002009-07-19T08:59:56.855-07:00FLAME AND FLICKERWe are a flicker<br />of God-Fire,<br />never leaving <br />the Source -<br /><br />But having<br />fallen asleep<br />we dream a<br />nightmare<br />of separation<br />and despair.<br /><br />That ... is the lie.<br /><br />The truth is<br />and always<br />will be...<br /><br />The Flicker is one<br />with the Flame.<br /><br />(c) 1998Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-76959401119327274652009-07-15T07:00:00.000-07:002009-07-15T07:00:03.774-07:00AWAKEThe only way out...<br />is in.<br /><br />The only way up...<br />is down.<br /><br />The only way<br />through life<br />successfully...<br /><br />is to be as<br />present<br />with your pain<br />as you are<br />with your<br />joy.<br /><br /><br />(c) 1998Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-57304587163166230702009-07-14T07:41:00.000-07:002009-07-14T07:45:26.126-07:00ONEAs the wave<br />is one with<br />the ocean,<br /><br />As the ring<br />is one with <br />the gold,<br /><br />As the beam<br />is one with<br />the sunshine,<br /><br />So, you are<br />one with<br />God.<br /><br /><br />(c) 1998Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-14489873467752232922009-07-10T08:27:00.000-07:002009-07-10T08:35:44.267-07:00ALL AND NOTHINGHow do we speak of the infinite?<br /><br />The void where God-Mind is all - without limit.<br /><br />The center of flame beyond bright,<br />both void and light together.<br /><br />The all and the nothing.<br /><br />(c) 1998Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-54143469603343761012009-06-26T22:44:00.000-07:002009-06-26T22:50:37.263-07:00EARTH WEEPSSometimes the Earth<br />wears a sadness.<br /><br />A grey trembling.<br />A weeping whisper<br />of what <span style="font-style:italic;">could</span> be...<br /><br />Something I'm aware of<br />only once in a while.<br /><br />Then my heart is heavy.<br /><br />Somehow...<br />I feel responsible.<br />What is it...I'm not <span style="font-style:italic;">being</span>?<br /><br />Have you noticed...<br /><br />Our Mother<br />weeps.<br /><br />(c) 7.4.01Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-53869907978464132092009-06-10T21:14:00.000-07:002009-07-14T08:01:16.319-07:00SUMMER MEMORY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJehOBQQkXJ_N6EceGnAu7mBOhCFHbCO8dBMt010uXis4Xt0CviQWnTdE5gVk1Qa06HeEHHW3XKCzdKQ-J3R8w_Gk0AzWbxVXOvoYdEfxouJceUIq01u4nKRiTkSAX8JfqN8Tyemsd6yLl/s1600-h/100_1349.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJehOBQQkXJ_N6EceGnAu7mBOhCFHbCO8dBMt010uXis4Xt0CviQWnTdE5gVk1Qa06HeEHHW3XKCzdKQ-J3R8w_Gk0AzWbxVXOvoYdEfxouJceUIq01u4nKRiTkSAX8JfqN8Tyemsd6yLl/s320/100_1349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346299984961801666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was a child born to dream<br />on long summer days while<br />sun sizzled on round river rock.<br />The glinting golden green waters<br />slithering between high walls,<br />down to the slowed pace<br />of a snake sunning itself on black sand.<br /><br />Black sand's golden glimmer<br />off wet footprints.<br />A wandering track to under <br />the Willow that is my hide-away.<br /><br />In green sunlit shadowed hide-away<br />I hold my breath the better to hear<br />high-pitched Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,<br />then click, click, click overlaid<br />in a symphony of insects and it all<br />blends into One Perfect Whole.<br />Soft wind in Willow wands,<br />brightness of air, heat on sand,<br />coolness of river, Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.<br />All into one language only IT and I know.<br /><br />IT and I know all things are possible<br />in this sizzling heat. In this shaded cool.<br />In this quiet buzzing intensity of life.<br />And I was born to dream.<br /><br />(c) 6.1.96Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-75643853455264422862009-06-10T21:01:00.000-07:002009-06-11T09:46:26.399-07:00SUMMER AFFAIRGrey skies hid the summer sun<br />muffled quiet stilled the day<br />until thunder whispered far away.<br /><br />Lightly the rain began to sing<br />as lightening cracked the sky<br />and darkness rumbled with a sigh.<br /><br />Thumb sized pumpkin drops faster fell<br />dancing, leaping in joy they shook<br />hazing the ground with a velvet look.<br /><br />Crash flash blinding light<br />blood pulsing to the beat<br />of kettledrum and splashing feet.<br /><br />Sacred sounds of Summer Storm<br />fill thrill and spill the heart<br />into the action to take part.<br /><br />Pounding emotion keeping pace<br />elemental passion wild treat<br />love affair with nature - complete.<br /><br /><br />(c) 7.1.95Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-62820862565294978382009-06-09T20:43:00.000-07:002009-06-09T20:55:38.958-07:00JUNEJune silence, lake blue as noon.<br />Valley, mountains, trees and loon.<br /><br />Fields full of wild purple glory,<br />Bright giving, Mother Earth's story.<br /><br />Clouds afloat like dreams,<br />Lazy drifting picture scenes.<br /><br />Hazy horizons, horizontal bliss.<br />Soul feast of earth-sky kiss.<br /><br />(c) 6.11.98Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-14804933807149456132009-06-06T21:08:00.000-07:002009-06-06T22:16:35.829-07:00SHE OWNED THE WORLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKSPQF5cIzeDmcA6CKW1GOzQSR8C6mPntZe6ZpgIht5IBNMO4in1hzXBTcsz6kbJk2N7UF4I9Mf147AVdBDnsRXS7fyufR3KTIwMdtiJguhnFSCxdEvMAkFkbuxqaniyywtPDkmNav_XH/s1600-h/100_1375.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKSPQF5cIzeDmcA6CKW1GOzQSR8C6mPntZe6ZpgIht5IBNMO4in1hzXBTcsz6kbJk2N7UF4I9Mf147AVdBDnsRXS7fyufR3KTIwMdtiJguhnFSCxdEvMAkFkbuxqaniyywtPDkmNav_XH/s320/100_1375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344446936617024978" /></a><br />Strong, straight-limbed, and confident.<br />Water was her element,<br />her comfort,<br />her first love, her last love and all those in between.<br />She was born floating in soft scented pools of light.<br />Lilac caressed her every move.<br />She was born pronoic, thinking all hands were there to help,<br />all eyes there to see for her.<br />For she was blind and lived through her other senses,<br />only perceiving shades of dark and light.<br /><br />This never troubled her, for she couldn't say what she was missing.<br />she couldn't see.<br />She spent all her early years swimming in lilac pools<br />with frilly, friendly goldfish.<br />She came to know every rock and sandy verge.<br />Every cove and warm current.<br />Every bit of bank and reed.<br />As loved as her vast string of pools were to her<br />she became restless,<br />longing for more.<br />Some unknown something.<br />Then she began to hear tales of the wild waterways<br />and untamed seas.<br /><br />The dangers of the deep.<br /><br />Being blind she couldn't imagine the run<br />of rapid waters,<br />the ridges,<br />the rocky, sandless banks,<br />as they lowered her into<br />the scentless, frigid flow.<br />How could she calculate without sight?<br />For the first time she wished for the ability to deep see.<br />But there would be sighted helpers all along the way.<br />Wouldn't there?<br />She felt confidence going in.<br />Then the current caught her.<br /><br />Fast.<br />So fast...<br />So this is wild, she thought,<br />and was swept out,<br />away from anything<br />familiar.<br /><br />Past hearing the song of the goldfish.<br />Past the soft touch of lazy lilac sands, and helping hands.<br />She had thought she owned the world.<br />But this...<br />This was all unknown, fear filled and painful.<br />Banging, swirling against the jagged buffeting sandless banks.<br />Hope of knowing this wild water course dashed<br />upon cold stone.<br />How could they have let her in?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">She <span style="font-weight:bold;">owned</span> the world.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">She</span> had insisted.</span><br /><br />Now she understood what a child she was in her knowledge,<br />her understanding.<br />They had tried to tell her she might not be ready.<br />That she might be overconfident.<br />But she would not hear it in her joy of new explorations to come.<br />Now, in the tumble of rapids,<br />she bumped into<br />many silver flashes of large fish.<br />Only shadows of light compared to the lilac pools and the goldfish.<br />"Help me!" she bubbled, "Help me find a safe shore."<br />The Salmon replied with one voice,<br />"Oh, we are sorry, we cannot stop now.<br />We must renew ourselves in egg and sperm.<br />When we are new, we will come to you then,<br />we will find you in the wide sea."<br />Then they were gone and she was swept<br />down the rocky gullet of the screaming river.<br />Swallowed like a precious seed<br />to lodge in the heart of rage.<br /><br />Long sinuous shapes<br />brushed against her, terrifying in their darkness.<br />How could the water which had held her gently as any beloved<br />bear her down to the rocky bottom?<br />Where were her sighted friends?<br />She sensed them not at all.<br /><br />She was alone.<br />Undone.<br />Unmade.<br />A single tear in dark danger.<br /><br />She was brittle with fear.<br />Pummeled from every side.<br />Rock, churning water, shadowed shapes.<br /><br />Time stood still, or went fast.<br />A year and a day.<br />A million.<br /><br />Lost.<br /><br />She let go.<br /><br />What good was fear?<br />It did not serve.<br />It didn't change things,<br />except to make them worse.<br /><br />She let go.<br /><br />Relaxed into the wild surge,<br />began to ride an exotic lullaby,<br />until she was exhausted with new experience.<br />She slept.<br /><br />When she awoke<br />she was being rocked in a vast, gentle deep,<br />Back and forth, <br />back and forth.<br />A familiar rhythm.<br />Safe in the arms of the Beloved,<br />at the bottom of the wild sea.<br />Phosphorescent glimmer tickled the backs of her unused eyes.<br />Salt.<br />Sea sting.<br />There from the comfort of the salty womb<br />sight was born.<br />Color, ripping her out into a new world.<br /><br />Bright, neon fish,<br />green life<br />and blue.<br />White light from creatures lit up like underwater suns.<br />Orange crabs, red, yellow, purple.<br />Nuzzling sea cows and singing whales,<br />dolphin and seals, gamboling in happy play.<br />Swordfish, tiger sharks, narwhals, and chubs.<br />Names and colors of things<br />flowed like the rapids into her.<br /><br />Then the silver glisten of new salmon<br />undulated around her.<br /><br />Wisdom... cradled her in new knowing.<br /><br />She, owned the world.<br /><br />(c) 6.2.99<br /><br />created from a water dreamLinda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-80971455898047340422009-05-28T21:15:00.000-07:002009-05-29T07:00:02.559-07:00SUMMER TIME DRIFTINGDark sky blue shot cloud white,<br />scud along to wind song.<br /><br />Quacking aspens lyric dance,<br />sighing embrace of indigo night.<br /><br />(c) 10.10.97Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-62838674362668656012009-05-26T21:48:00.000-07:002009-05-26T22:11:33.513-07:00GRANDFATHER RAVENGrandfather Raven sitting in that tree<br />Caw, caw, cawing. Laughing at me,<br />working for a living.<br /><br />Stupid child.<br />Laugh, do what you want,<br />fly wind, <br />he says.<br /><br />Food from claw to beak, <br />what more do you seek?<br />Shelter for tomorrow?<br />Knowledge of next week?<br /><br />Rise above your troubles<br />fly upon the wings<br />of little joys, and beautiful things.<br />In this, peace doubles,<br />just ask hummingbird.<br /><br />Come visit me when you have more sense,<br />you work too much, it makes me wince.<br />If you choice to be wise<br />and grow old like me<br />stop chasing the dollar<br />and live to be free.<br /><br />(c) 8.31.98<br /><br />I was a flagger for the county for 7 or 8 months this year. This was a poem inspired by a huge old raven on the last day of this job. The best thing about this job was seeing the animals and birds everyday. Spending time out doors. I kept a journal with all the animals I saw.Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-45548987242331268882009-05-15T09:14:00.000-07:002009-05-15T09:27:02.265-07:00CLOAK OF ASKYou came to earth, free authentic, Original Self,<br />fire bright, heart of gold, wild mind,<br />knowing soul. Eager. Playful. Curious.<br />Believing life Utopian, all of like kind.<br /><br />Soon enough dark lightening struck.<br />By look or word or deed unmeant... or meant.<br />Cut, slash, slap, smash, indrawn breath of shock.<br />Small child's wounded Self shrinking into ego bent.<br /><br />Stripped of glory you took up Cloak of Ash,<br />garment of Self forgetting, rainbows hidden in the grey,<br />lost to larger light and life, muffling song of joy,<br />fallible, falling, shattering, day by day.<br /><br />Your bright way swallowed up in smoke<br />and ash of multi-faceted deceptions,<br />sleepwalking blind through heaven<br />holding tight to one view mispreceptions.<br /><br />Clinging to those things by which you hide<br />from what you cannot face,<br />because you judge your naked truth<br />beyond any one's embrace.<br /><br />Turn, face back the way you came...<br /><br />Remember again, at your core, you are gold,<br />face the flame of fire's refining,<br />take up glory cloak with its golden lining<br />live life authentic, wild and free. Go Bold.<br /><br />(c) 11.11.01Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-69904596990579740602009-05-10T20:56:00.000-07:002009-05-10T21:15:53.756-07:00MOTHERWoman with feet planted<br />in the earth.<br />Solid, steady, dependably present.<br />Sheltering as a tree.<br />Refreshing as green, and brown<br />and Spirit blue.<br /><br />Heart not bound to earth<br />for all its earthiness.<br />The essence of her like<br />a small brown sparrow,<br />clever and wise,<br />hiding in the feather's<br />of the Great Eagle,<br />riding higher than her<br />own strength could carry.<br /><br />A soul longing for the heights<br />of its cobalt home. The wider<br />view of all to see, gazing<br />on the treasures of God.<br />Eyes feasting with joy<br />on the vision of the <br />simply elegant connection.<br />Love.<br /><br />Twin homed.<br />Body - Earth. Spirit - God Heart.<br />Essence fully comfortable<br />to nest in self with <br />forgiving wholeness.<br />Knowing herself a treasure.<br />Peaceful compassion knowing<br />you a treasure, and me.<br /><br />Her life's pain transforming<br />to larger meaning - over and over<br />again.<br /><br />Her completeness draws<br />me to renewal, in the face<br />of all mistakes, and fears.<br /><br />Her love encourages to<br />hide <span style="font-style:italic;">myself</span> in the feathers<br />of the Great Eagle,<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">and ride<br /> the winds<br /> of Heaven.</span><br /><br /><br />(c) 5.3.02<br />The first year after mother died, this was written as part of a Mother's Day celebration which I was a part of.Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-5777361614738999972009-05-06T08:18:00.000-07:002009-05-06T08:26:49.065-07:00GLASS PAGODALittle glass pagoda adorning the knoll,<br />four broad windows illuminating soul.<br /><br />Vision waits on the crest of the hill,<br />a lovely spot, made for simply being still.<br /><br />To look, to feel ...<br />remember what's real.<br /><br />Loved ones,<br />sunrise,<br />flowers, <br />blue sky's.<br />Loved ones,<br />sunfall,<br />moonbeams,<br />hearts call.<br /><br />Origin of Self, star-stuff, sea-foam,<br />breath of life, body-spirit home.<br /><br />A sacred space to wonder from and intersect.<br />A making place to worship in, and to connect.<br /><br />Four broad windows illuminating soul,<br />in a little glass pagoda built on a knoll.<br /><br /><br />(c) 3.22.00Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-67999816352426124152009-05-03T22:37:00.000-07:002009-05-03T23:07:39.189-07:00HEART OF LONGING<span style="font-style:italic;">There's a play of light<br />in fall and spring...<br />Truly a most<br />magnificent thing...<br /><br />Suddenly stillness falls<br />in midst of sound,<br />and longing calls<br />to a heart unbound.<br />And God present<br />moments arise,<br />touching spirit awake<br />to realize,<br />an awareness of humanity resting<br />in God heart,<br />a part...<br />of God<br />and me.</span><br /><br />(c) 11.10.2000Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-42988995110576777262009-05-02T08:05:00.000-07:002009-05-02T20:22:57.318-07:00BESIDE THE PATHHow many shades,<br />the joy of green?<br /><br />How many textures,<br />to be felt and seen?<br /><br />How many shapes,<br />singing gladsome refrain?<br /><br />How many shades,<br />the joy of green?<br /><br /><br />(c) 5.1.92Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-75875713383356606522009-05-01T08:03:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:24:55.824-07:00THE PATHPath so inviting, <br />calling to follow,<br />bask in its sun<br />cool in its shade,<br />breath in its scents,<br />of dust, sun and green,<br />drown in its sound<br />of bird song and breeze.<br /><br /><br />(c) 5.1.92Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-56501529744781879162009-04-26T17:31:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:24:55.825-07:00SOUL SONG<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5_NDrAIBCjb8NK74nDRqO5CqOIeGxYD3jAESUsHfoux7B81UCGWtJ7qyeTGZdpRiflDWwOwHgQcclXMvn38dXMsU-giycIK0dKP1I1pt6x98p5N3RPX0FnscsSDym04idv2Y5nrbQF3W/s1600-h/100_0727_2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5_NDrAIBCjb8NK74nDRqO5CqOIeGxYD3jAESUsHfoux7B81UCGWtJ7qyeTGZdpRiflDWwOwHgQcclXMvn38dXMsU-giycIK0dKP1I1pt6x98p5N3RPX0FnscsSDym04idv2Y5nrbQF3W/s320/100_0727_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329170322281789474" /></a><br /><br />Earth held Her breath.<br /><br />Day's beauty so blessing,<br />so filling with a <br />quality of light,<br />soul touching.<br /><br />Who guessing<br />how spirit moving,<br />ever stretching<br />forward to still light.<br /><br /><br />(c) 3.15.94Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792789659038809735.post-42302963152356278952009-04-25T22:58:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:24:55.825-07:00THE QUALITY OF LIGHT<span style="font-style:italic;">The quality of light <br />on a day so bright<br />just on the cusp of spring.<br /><br />Cool, quiet, and still <br />a day made to fill,<br />to dream and to dance and to sing.<br /><br />Clear blue and breathless,<br />synchronistic light. Deathless.<br />Childhood memories taking wing.<br /><br />Pure sensuous sight <br />is the quality of light<br />a day like this does bring.<br /><br />A day made for friends,<br />beginnings and ends,<br />for winter to turn into spring.<br /><br />To taste and to savor, <br />the quality of light's flavor,<br />a day to make the soul sing.<br /></span><br />(c) 3.12.94Linda McGearyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018571975106229102noreply@blogger.com2