December Posting #1

 

The Beginning of the End

December’s postings recall beginnings and endings. Life is full of those. Each time I leave my 94-year-old-father who is experiencing the end of this life to a new beginning — eternal life, I ask him to kiss my deceased mother for me, if he should go before I return. His wizened, watery eyes look up at me, crinkle at the corners as he smiles and nods. As 2015 comes to a close, our eyes are filled with images of recent senseless acts of violence. I wonder about the souls of those departing this world with so much hate. Who or what will meet them as they cross over? Looking forward to the new year, will 2016 bring about a shift in global consciousness? Will we begin to speak into reality a vision for humanity of inclusive cooperation that honors the dignity of every life? Do we have the will to fight against the urge to fall asleep and numbly accept mass shootings as our new normal? My constant prayer is that we keep our eyes and our hearts wide open.

Home

Inside this dome

       Turtle Island,

I face the sacred West.

Ancestors drumming thunder,

Calling me home.

 

Hear now

Three rivers converging

An amalgamated trinity

       Vibration

                   Sound

                               Color.

                              

Full moon shining

Light on the path to solemn passage

Where my soul will sleep at last.

Here now, the journey seems so long.

There, merely a wink.

 

Will God delight,

       Will I,

In what I bring home?

 

It will have to do.

All has been done

Until soul longs again to

Return to the light of the sun.

 

Here now

       I dream

                   I hope.

 

Perhaps next time

My previous shinings

Will be remembered.

Here or there, I will be home.

 © 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

Photo by Bessie Senette: “Tranquility Point Carolina Jasmine in Repose”

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November Musings Harvest

Harvest

It has taken an extraordinarily

Long time to come to this harvest.

Pulling plow through timeless alluvial soil

Once rocky and frozen with resistance.

Encouraging worms and discouraging slugs

Laboring for fertile ground.

To nurture this soul’s harvest

I have been busy bending nature.

Planting love seeds and tending experiential fields,

From this bounty I now harvest.

I choose carefully the most delicious fruit

Not because I am deserving of this ambrosia

But because I am the author of it.

This wisdom did not come to me by chance

But certainly by thoughtful design.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

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Wendi Romero, Photo: Fiddle Fern

October Theme: Falling Part 3

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Collage by Lisa Domingue

Tolerance or Adaptation?

Smoke rings lassoing mountain peaks,

Leftovers from western wildfires.

Newscasters have already moved

On to the next catastrophe.

East coast dams

Damning us with inadequate engineering

In the wake of a thousand year flood.

294 days in the year 2015,

274 mass shootings in the

Land of the free and the home of the brave.

Males in America own on average 7.9 guns.

Expect a massacre in your hometown.

Are we becoming more tolerant?

Are we just adapting to the new normal?

Frogs in a pot waiting for the boiling point

What bravery does it take to shoot a deer

With an automatic weapon?

How free are we, really?

Falling from grace our

Moral compass signals due north

While we continue south.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

October Theme: Falling Part 2

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Photo by Carole Lancon

As a child, my favorite time of the year was fall especially the first cool, windy day usually occurring in late September. I would sit watching with my gooseflesh legs dangling from a thick branch as the wind blew the mature cane sideways until it almost laid flat. The air felt crisp, almost electrically charged and the smell was fresh with a promising harvest. Later, when the cut cane lay across the rows, sometime in the early morning, before I climbed up into my viewing tree, someone would set the fields on fire to burn off the leafy chaff. The combination of burning grass and cooking molasses is about as sweet a smell as I can remember.

Excerpt: ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings, and imaginings”

Wanting

Muddled blackberries

Forgotten in the cocktail glass

For want of more vodka

His hawkish ways devoid of compassion for

Those standing on the head of a pin

For want of balance

This binary code world

Calculating risk and profit, wired for failure

For want of success

Bellowing bureaucrats, liars

Beguiling weary souls bereft of wonder

For want of justice

Falling angels, grace abandoned,

Spiral into abysmal longing

For want of wings

Forget compassion’s failure.

Be present only to this moment

For want of loss innocence                         © 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

October Theme… Falling

The universal theme of a falling dream …

Do I wake in terror unwilling to face the outcome?

Do I persevere and see where I will land?

Do I breakthrough to another theme of flying?

Excerpt from ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings and imaginings:”

The Head of a Pin

Standing on the head of a pin

Waiting for the wind to

Send me into the abyss.

I miss those days when

Caring meant sharing love,

Not spending it like coins

Slammed into a slot

On a wish and a prayer.

Not knowing when or if

The investment will see a return.

My concern

Is not for you

Or even about you

But without you

How will I remember

While standing on this pin,

How to trust again?

Only a fool forgets the wind.

A bigger fool still,

Forgets she has wings to fly.

© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette