poem...

quickening (power song)

to gather
energy
at a moment’s notice

hovering
within
the mother’s arms

gently
rocking
side to side

cradled

light
sound
envelopes my
whole being

humming
humming

letting go
straight to the heart

as far as one
can go

catching
the breath
of spirit

to allow
and let go

with total trust
and knowingness
as i fall
willingly

i am
nurtured
and loved within
the ever present
great mother

she is
i am

one in the all
together
flying in
completeness

and just knowing

joy is
the song

as
i am
the singer
and the song

i soar!


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-- © weaver x (((o)))


Note... the spirit encounter that sparked this poem, view this post >>

A number of years ago while spending the weekend on wonderful Bowen Island, i had a very interesting encounter... i met my estrella...

A friend of mine and i were just arriving at the bed and breakfast where we were going to spend the next couple of days for some much-needed time off. After we parked the car on the side of the road, we started to unpack the car of our belongings. My friend was already heading up the steep driveway to the B and B with a load of stuff while i was still organizing a load for myself at the back of the car.

I still had my head in the hatch of the car gathering my stuff when I heard a strange buzzing sound in the bushes at the side of the road. I couldn’t make out the sound but it seemed to be getting louder the more i focused on it... I looked over to where the sound seemed to be coming from but couldn’t see anything... and so.. I stepped into the brush ever so slightly and then saw something just above the shadowed bushes rocking back and forth... and it was humming and buzzing while it rocked... i couldn’t make out what it was but the sound kept getting louder and louder... and then i wondered if it was a hummingbird.......

When... i realized what is was... all of a sudden, it shot straight up into the sky... it was a hummingbird! i watched as it flew up and up as far as i could see... and then lost track of it, it disappeared... i kept looking for it standing there with my arms full of stuff, wondering where it went... i kept looking for it for quite some time... and nothing... i gave up and went back to unpacking the car...

As i turned back to the car, suddenly the hummer was flying back down, dive-bombing me... i quickly ducked as i could feel the wind brush the top of my head as he/she grazed over me and flew off...

Wow... i couldn’t help but think all that was a tad personal... and i then wrote a poem about it... see the poem "quickening"... (a power song)...

...weaver x (((o)))
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Note... an 'estrella' is a Spanish word for 'star'... a spirit call, sacred representative or physical manifestation of a mountain apukuna spirit(s)... a guiding spirit or the finding of one's luck... the estrella can also be the way to communicate to the apu mountain spirit...

When I was around say, the age of 10 or 11, my mom asked me, (or my brother and sister) as she often did, to run over to the barn to get some milk out of the dairy. So, off I went with a blue plastic jug in-hand and headed down our short drive-way towards the barn when...

Almost half way, I heard something rustling in the tall grass off to my right, just past the gas tanks. I stopped to check it out and about four feet in, was one of our tabby barn cats pawing at something tentatively on the ground in front of him/her. Cautiously, I stepped into the deep grass to find out what was really going on.

I saw that a tiny, little gray mouse was standing upright on it’s hind legs with his dukes up – swinging back at the cat who was nervously poking back.

I couldn't believe what I was actually seeing and how I was now, a spectator to what seemed an implausible bout.

At one point, I'm sure that I saw the mouse make contact with the cat's nose! I stood there shaking my head in disbelief. I thought I could also hear the mouse chanting, "Put ‘em up! Put ‘em up... Just try it... Just try it!"

Still clutching the milk jug (now-squashed) under my arm, to not disturb the event, I carefully squatted down cross-legged and watched in awe for quite some time – mesmerized with the silent, slow-mo match. I cheered the little gray guy on.

I was astounded as to how persistent both the cat and mouse were. That gutsy mouse was just not going to back down, no matter what, nor the cat – a definite stand-off. And still, no sound from either...

I couldn’t help it… I eventually broke the match up by shooing the tabby away... thinking I was ultimately rescuing the incredibly brave mouse... though, at the same time I also wondered if I was really redeeming the wimpy cat. I also knew I had to get back with the milk.

When I returned with the requested jug, my annoyed mom sighed, asking me why it took me so damn long to get back. I replied, “I don’t know.”

I thought about what I had witnessed that day for quite some time after that and sometimes still do. If I hadn’t broken up the match, who would have eventually won? Maybe there’s more to mice than we really know? Maybe that’s how the idea for the classic Disney cartoon "Mighty Mouse" may have come from?

I think what I really learned from that day is, that it really doesn't matter how big or small you are or how insignificant you might “think” you are – all that matters is how you “feel and know" who you are.

Truly, it was a moment that a tiny little mouse mightily roared – silently… and I got to see it, not hear it!

Written by carol weaver © 2005

poem...

the healing ears (not a typo either)

a hanging half moon night is
nagging away a blue sky day...

driving back home and stopping in on the way
a mallard stands at the store door...

mom with a butcher knife
still screams in my ears...

remembrance…

that i got way too close
to an unknown
full-swinging baseball bat...

and the many drums are healing once again...

yes please... the resonant.

-- © 2003 weaver