conduit of wonder

conduit of wonder

first light
creeps back
as our planet spins
it’s quiet out there
until the birds come
I hear twitters
and tweets
in the bushes
then they show
themselves, blinking
fast as though
rubbing their eyes
little red house sparrows
hummers greedy to
feed—eventually
a lament of doves
feast on seeds
dropped from the feeder
ten, fifteen
even more
busy on the ground
mostly safe
at our house
could be a hawk
or cat around
one predator
never here—
no guns now or ever
simply wonder
light
winged things
and luscious calm

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

what is

what is
note from self

in the quiet
of the morning
no souls awake
she sits in reverie
of what is—
single lamp
lights up the sink
desktop detritus, cups
and cast-off shoes
the bed’s atumble
the chair misplaced
and yet—
pure and clear
eternal and infinite
knowing shines

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

when in doubt

when in doubt
note from self

don’t wait for it
hoping the state of
the world will improve
likely it won’t
so choose joy now
pick joy each time
your heart drops
anger overwhelms
grief pierces
honor the hard stuff
that’s the first step
it deserves heeding—
turning away
isn’t the answer
no one said this
was light-hearted
banter, our world
oh, no
but you can choose
joy—the cast of light
how it gilds leaves
at dawn
birds come awake
singing the sun alive
the morn is fresh
it is new and it
longs for your joy

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

widen the lens

widen the lens
note from self

if it’s too hot to touch
if turmoil burns
lower the f/stop
open the aperture
and let in more light

as it floods your field
step back and breathe
see more
see wide
see deep

stars sprinkle there
billions abound
each one a galaxy
unknown and lucent
puts you in your place

here
present for now
dilemmas shrink down
light rises up
and more paths appear

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

her heart’s need

her heart’s need
note to self

her whole life she
had one singular
potent desire—
it flamed in her
she yearned to
understand
who we are and
what we are made of
prior to lightburst
and stardust

not prior as in
earlier
prior, behind—
not in time, but
in the eternal
before any thing
showed up, before
galaxies or planets—
just plain prior
my beloved words fail

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

weave words into light

weave words into light
note from self

this is her task
and her joy—
be still and weave
words into light

open a groove
wipe away
cobwebs, whisk
out the dust

tune the heart—
clearing is key
to weave light
into words

now, wait

urging won’t work
tempt them in
the merest hint
follow that trace

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the light of pure knowing

the light of pure knowing
note from self

her heart is called
by the shoreless light
she can’t feel it
or touch it
or see it
but apprehends
it is prior to all she
can know—she
rests in aplomb
notices how light
underpins and supports—
solace in thick times and
her ground of being
she is made of this light
it pours through and
around her—
it does this for all

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

unspool yourself

unspool yourself
note to self

the world doesn’t care
it rolls on and on
and on and on
attend the gap and
the pause, affirm
what’s beneath, the
bedrock of knowing

cast the spindle
unspool yourself
watch the thread
unfurl on the path—
go wide, a geyser
of light—be brave
and shine large

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

heart of sunlight

heart of sunlight
note to self

stand in the brilliance
allow it
drink it in—
now leap out of your mind
let it do what minds do—
rattle on

drop behind or prior
soak in toasty warmth
your animal self
craves this—
simply be

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

a pierced heart

a pierced heart
note to self

your heart is pierced
in myriad ways—
fox kits tumble in the
field, hummers sip
the columbine, you
cuddle a dying friend

be pierced by silence
amazed by the clear
light of knowing—
expect miracles and
see them everywhere
do not fear it, for
a pierced heart lets
the light pour out and in

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.