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.

whiff of fragrance

whiff of fragrance
note from self

sniff the air
do you catch
the fragrance? the
scent of not-two?
follow your nose for
a worthwhile prize—
no one and no thing
only the splendid
expanse of
pure knowing
open and aware

the bloodhound
single-pointedly
follows the whiff
nothing exists
but bouquet—be a
bloodhound for truth

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

nameless and free

nameless and free
note from self

we all carry names—
required on this planet
of thises and thats
they are needed
and useful but
do not believe them
they hide a clear truth
obvious and unseen
we are one moving whole
in this unbounded array

the fox doesn’t know
she’s a vixen, nor the
wren aware it’s a bird
neither rattler a snake
nor mustang a horse—
they offer themselves
inhabit their being in
accord with their way

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.

vow to herself

vow to herself
note from self

pick a petal
drop a petal
pick a petal
drop a petal
a clearer mantra
than he loves me
he loves me not
see-two not-two
see-two not-two
all around the blossom

love one another
see the other as you
for there is no other
only a rainbow mirage of
ten trillion things
it’s an enigma of course
the one and the many
see-two not-two
see-two not-two
a refreshed daisy game

she has always
stayed true
kept her eye
on the star
anxious or not
frightened or not
heartbroken or not
this matters more
this matters most
this is what matters

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

not once

not once
note from self

not once
has she deserted
the nave within
that sacred space
where quiet rules—
oh yes, misled
got lost in the dark
took an odd path
stumbled and fell
dusted herself off
refound her lodestar
set out again—but she
never abandoned the nave

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

you shattered her cage

you shattered her cage
note from self

hands together
she bowed in
a sign of respect—
you shattered
her cage, her terrain
of misunderstanding
with precise, spare
and elegant words
reoriented her to the
big field of knowing
she cannot unsee—
ruined, she smiles

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

down on her knees

down on her knees
note from self

myriad times
catapulted into prayer
she dropped to her knees

yet praying to what?
for what?
what is not already here?

praying needs an “other”
an ailing spouse
or incurable child
the cry for country calm
prayers for rain

she asks again
what is not already here?
and is still called to pray

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.

carved in devotion

carved in devotion
note from self

it pours out of her—
delight in the tiny birds
brave and filled with
anthem to greet
this blemished world
they cheer and
entice her courage—
to be so small, mere
snack for hawks
and yet…
they warble bold
pipe joy
croon beauty
trill wonder until
she, too is engraved
with reverence
carved in devotion