Janice Turner Salmon

Tag: Poetry

  • Pathways of Prayers

    I pray today for new ways of walk this earthly reality with my feet firmly planted in each and every moment.

    May my feet connect to the one place, one time, one love. May my feet anchor me sturdy and strong. May my feet feel the pulse of Mother Earth, the temperature of present awareness.

    May my feet be open to pull in all the valleys, alleys and avenues of choices, considerations here present. May my feet be able to spread my weight evenly with equanimity as my teacher.

    May my footsteps be met with desired movement. May forward action be with a tender greeting of all the elements playing a symphony of encouragement and guidance through All the paths and passages of life.

  • Destination

    May we be courageous enough

    to turn our feet towards Death.

    Let that path lead us to our heart’s desire

    with a sense of walking home to ourselves,

    to our destiny, our wisdom

    and our fulfilment

    within this lifetime

    This path to death is the death walk that disrobes us from our layers of injustice, inadequate circumstances that degrades and contains. The path towards death releases the chains and ties that has held us with the imaginal trapped inside a world that looks for love instead of being Love.

    The walk is for the ones who can let down the terms and conditions and surrender to the promises of nothing, but receives everything from one act of turning. And sees the path behind and allows it to remain as it is, without revisiting, without another step towards it.

    The path of death is seeing death in life, amongst the living, and feeling the dissolution of ties to the heart fall away, to allow the doors of death to appear. These doors are not the end , they hold at first a grief, for what has been, but they are now the destination.

    The destination of death is the future. The future of what can be, which feels empty, but this is a life that is the differences to still be filled. It lies currently with spaciousness of sky, expanse of earth, and relationships to be desired and loved. In this one in breath death appears like an hourglass. The above is still full, the below is foundation and the point in-between is the present. And the present is spiralling. Spiralling into current existence. Here we are, here we stand and the path towards death is full.

    As we face the spiral life is still falling into the face of our existence. Life is flowing into you right now and in each, present, moment. The sand beneath our feet is just the foundation that constantly holds us up higher towards the life that is to come, of infinite moments.

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  • Reflection – Needs

    Art by Janice

    Open my hand to Magnificent One, and stretch out my fingertips beyond all knowing

    Feel into the spacious capacity to believe

    In all that will be, is palpable, touchable within me

    The All is a Presence inside my Soul, hidden from my hands only from a belief in Me

    Crescendo upon the shores of my palm. 

    I am ready to receive all the shells of this sea

    and weave them together,

    like a necklace of needs which I now perceive to be reality

  • Burning Times

    When you burned, I burned with you

    When you buried, I burned for you

    In passion in flame in Holy name

    I am Forest Father

    The nature’s Pater

    I burned for you

    From ground to up above

    Our essence of vapour and resin through the sky

    To all sea, bird, creature and pebble nearby

    As you changed to spirit on air

    With wind and rain

    I held our our branches to hold you again

    On the arm of Grandfather Oak

    Passed down to Mother Doe

    To pine to ground

    Gathered your spirit around

    By branch and heather

    In ash and soil in Gods own power to mycelium medicine

    Within those resting hours

    We hold you in woodland, nature’s roots

    We carried you there to earth’s repair

    We carried you over through the mighty air

    Now sheltered with a canopy

    Embedded to sacred ground

    To oak, ash, yew and birch

    Of Kin and Kith

    Dwelling in arms of bark, heart of trunk

    Of deer foot and bird above

    Held by ivy

    Entwined

    With earth beneath you

    Water to greet you

    Wind to change you

    Light to recreate you

    Ancestors of root of seed and bud

    Growing earthly

    Living on

    Forest of my blood, evergreen

    Forest of Fatherhood

  • Love

    I am the Love that never dies
    I am She who calls to you from whispers, sound, vibrations of the Heart.
    I come in Dark and Light
    In Strength and Fear
    Do not fade at what comes before you
    Do not bluster or storm
    You are always in my Love
    I am carrying your torch of Light
    To guide a way for you to be open
    Be present
    Be in Teaching
    Of the moment
    Nothing evades you
    Nothing withheld from you
    As all love can be received
    All thanks to Love
    In openness
    Of Divine Love
    Be open
    Be gracious
    Of the Love that never dies

  • Spring Equinox

    To bird song
    up in the tree
    laughter sort
    and gaiety

    For dawn to break
    with warming rays
    comfort found
    from cloudy days

    To sounds so sweet
    warmth entwine
    embrace complete
    To love divine

    WPC: I’d Rather Be

     

  • Beach Life

    My path took me to the waters edge

    and pulled me back

    feet on the sand

    of moveable ground

    And my eyes upon the skies

    of appearing

    pink hues of

    another sunset

    Release to resolve

    is the talk of the wind

    caressing my hair

    than saltiness on the lips

    The words are now far behind

    and impressions

    not yet made

    in the sand ahead

    Daily Post: Lifestyle

     

  • Haibun: Night Time

    As the end of the day
    merges into night
    the clock pushes
    the minutes into hours
    turning over to the next day
    What will tomorrow bring?
    that will be told tomorrow
    As time shrinks to midnight
    I am grateful for all that is
    All that has been told

    Day merges to night
    Turning over through midnight
    As moments unfold

    For #NaPoWriMo

    This is a haibun, a combination of prose poem and haiku.

  • NaPoWriMo Day One: Salome

    Salome
    Swaying softly
    So say Narcissus
    Salome

    For NaPoWriMo

  • For the sun will rise higher

    conistonclouds
    the day is long
    and yet the sun
    shines for a short time
    as winter is not yet done
     
    the sun rises but
    not so high as to
    reach the garden chair
    or flower beds for glory
     
    power of the shine
    is for only a spell
    as I am reminded
    of days that will come
     
    a brief glimpse
    of golden rays
    spark of brighter days and
    hope as spring will surely come