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conduit of wonder

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Advaita, Awakening, awe, Daily reminders, joy, Kashmiri Shaivism, light, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, Silence, simple pleasures, spirituality9 Comments

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.

behold

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, joy, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, spiritualityLeave a comment

behold

Highland coo on
her cup full of pens
full audiobook
on the thumb drive
dictated words
unfold on her screen
she cannot take
these for granted
everywhere she looks
miracles abound
an endless list
bones reknit
the joy of
warm socks and
nourishing soup
rains are here
yet the sparrows sing
brave souls
behold!

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

lunch

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, children, Daily reminders, memoir, Musings, TruthLeave a comment

lunch

a red-tailed hawk
pierces the sky
nabs the goldfinch perched
near our sunseed feeder
my heart lurches at
the violence, so
surprising and sudden
your song ripped
from the air

still-warm meat, now
bits, feed growing eyas
we all have to eat
nourish precious young
I absolve the hawk
pray the little finch has
no huddle of offspring

is it really violence?
the hawk’s native tools
sharp beak, razor talons
there is no choice—use
the means she is given
or die—grim reality
but true

I was only seven
when I noticed we all
eat each other—
life, no longer benign
the dismay, the awe
that’s the way on
our lonely blue planet
at a galaxy’s edge
it only seemed mild
but never was—
child-mind at play

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