My Heart Belongs to Sage 11.17.19

My Heart Belongs to Sage

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eternal longing

for rays of healing and warm

desert sunshine days

I used to live in Taos, New Mexico, out near the Taos Gorge, in a sea of sagebrush. The adobe dirt was soft and supple. I still dream of building a clay house to hide in the high desert — a place uninterrupted by the trappings of mainstream society; a place to simply enjoy the sky and create art. For now, my memories remind me of the sun and the smell of sage after a rainstorm. It is enough. For now. 

© 2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved.

This poem was originally published in Poetic Ramblings From the Spiritual Abyss on Medium.com.

Own It!

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Listen to a reading of this poem.

Ownership
of the material
is fleeting and ambiguous.

We borrow space
to simply be
in community

with seven point five billion
other souls
on our wonderous,
spinning home.

We all share
responsibility
to care for one another
and our Mother.

Our occupation
of our Earth
requires an awareness

of our physical actions
and our mental energy

in planned reactions

to give and take
in conscious equilibrium.

Gaia weeps and waits
for balance restoration.

We are One in concert,
creating,
or annihilating our home.

We must live gently
in possession
of the space and place
where Nature exists.

In honor, we are grateful
for air and water and soil,

and remaining opportunity

to fight for our rights
to build a better future
for all.

It’s time now,
in world partnership,
to clean our house
and repair our home.

© 11.14.2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved.

This poem was originally published in Spiritual Ramblings from the Spiritual Abyss on Medium.com

Surrender Into Flow

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I reluctantly forgo
my own need and desire
to create reason
out of madness.

It is when I refrain
from playful musings
that the seriousness
of my own unhappiness
sneaks up on me —
an ominous shadow
— apathetic and foreboding.

Desist, black mood —
I resist your call
and subtle attempts
to trap me in
resentment.

I waive my rights
to be morose
and relinquish
all attempts
to control negativity.

With determination,
I quit the trappings
of depression
and find courage
to seek joy and meaning
in life represented.

I abandon myself
to simple creativity
and settle into quiet awe
of birthing new ideas
in anticipated glee.

Serendipity sits
in silent queue
waiting for opportune moments
to appear and be recognized.

I give up and give in
to the Universal pull
that carries me forward
on urges of creative flow.

Unobstructed,
I am free.

© 11.12.2019 K. A. Bennett. All rights reserved. 

This poem was originally published in Poetic Ramblings From the Spirtual Abyss on Medium.com.