sighing

sighing

note to self

I sigh a lot these days
in the brief moment I allow
to check world news
war
sigh
autocrats
sigh
climate
sigh
drought
sigh
politics
sigh
fire threat
sigh
mass shootings
sigh

sighing to release grief
grief so deep
it almost swamps me
yet lives
a lump deep in my gut
stay with it, girl
this is important
feel it
and sigh
sighing is a prayer

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine

disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.

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the field is the only reality

the field is the only reality*

note to self

the big field lies prior
prior to our galaxy
prior to time and space
not a thing
but oh so real

primary
immediate
eternal
infinite
open
transparent
lucid
awake

you can rest in the big field
(the it that isn’t an it)
supported and sustained
yet admire wild paradox
and apparent multitudes

*—Albert Einstein

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more than a clumsy attempt or they might flower.

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fence lines

fence lines

note to self

tear them down
your fence lines of the heart
snap the planks in half
smack them on your knee
pitch them on the pile

strike a match
set the heap ablaze
fan it hard until it rages high
stand back and watch those

fence lines burn
in the conflagration
your heart is set on fire

with thanks to Rebecca Evert for the title line

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower.

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skin suit

I wake up as
pure being, stretch
oh so carefully
then clothe
myself in life

another day
in my skin suit
aching back
ease on clothes
make my mocha

morning treasure
diverts attention
makes the day
sustainable
I take a grateful sip

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—
they may never turn into anything more than a clumsy attempt, or they might flower.

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blue gel caps

blue gel caps
note to self

white hot
knifes through my lumbar
spools around a hip
plans must change

no long car rides
attention to
the subtlest move
and pain meds

yes, blue gel caps
are your friend
your mind is not
remember that

a worm hole
into suffering
oh no! what if?
never-ending?

start with breath
slow and even
move with care
pace yourself

familiar territory
you’ve been
through this
before

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower. 

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abidance

abidance
note to self

remain with—
dwell in—
endure—
hold steadfast—
life exacts all four

remain with
yourself
at all times
feel everything
that needs to be felt

dwell in
pure consciousness
rest there
notice and open
to what is

endure
what life tosses
your way
hurt and joy
often both at once

hold steadfast
there is no other
way to survive
planet earth
love one another

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine

disclaimer: I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more, or they might flower. Some are clumsy; forgive me.

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the great unconformity

(yes, it’s a scientific thing)

the great unconformity

a vast internal
abrupt uprising and shift
fourteen years ago
from the outside
all seemed the same
but beliefs fell away
gone not to return

what looked out of
these eyes was
wholly impersonal
and not in time
experience ended
fragrance remains

continually
reoriented
and reorienting
paradox
lived and breathed
wonder thrives

a time gap in
cliff formations
almost a billion years
missing
what happened back then?
are my continents merging?

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine

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our luck—for Mothers’ Day

our luck

ragged beginning
misfiring heart
not made right
as his mother
I wondered
my fault?

doctors said no
one in a million
our luck
our luck?
so much trauma
so much pain

still, the gifts
a different kind
of closeness
my sister said
he grew me up
hell of a way

few regrets
how could there be?
beautiful boy
saucer eyes
ready giggle
pulled me in

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communion

communion
for B

you walked the path
toward me
long lean
closer beautiful
friendly smile lines

who is this man
an old friend
my heart said
but for sure
we’d never met

I say you swept
me into a hug
you say I leapt
into your arms
either way

thirty-three years
a long time
those crinkles
lured me into deep
communion

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine

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the deep cut

the deep cut
note to self

when life cuts deep
not smooth
but a serrated slice
to the bone

breathe in
breathe deep
feel it all
it’s for you

can you?
can you sit on
the hot seat?
that’s the work

as much as you would
like it to be different
this,
this is how it is

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine

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