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       Dan Aernathy

       Jocelyn Moore.




The Spoken Word

February 2017

The Gate

The day
became tolerated
and I became welcome
to a mystical heaven.

I pondered slightly,
standing at a unassuming
tarnished gate,
a gate surrounded with picturesque
and divine flowers.

Lilies of the Valley,
threaded with love,
assuring all who passed by
a true moment of happiness.

The gate,
so very mysterious,
as it does not open,
nor does it close.
It leads to nowhere,
yet can take you anywhere.
With the slightest
of unconfined imagination,
it becomes the portal
to everyplace intended.

I strolled up
warn wooden steps
with fresh, vibrant rose pedals.
The huge glass door opened
and there she appeared
in the most mystic of ways.

A gypsy goddess,
with enchanting eyes,
open arms waiting
to meet mine.
Her smile
and crimson lips
enticed me over the threshold
into the uncharted world
of the anonymous.

- Dan Abernathy

My Gypsy Goddess

I saw her once,
this enchanted gypsy goddess
as she stepped from a waterfall
and vanished into a sparkling pool.

Emerging in front of me
the water from her hair
streamed down her chest
and slowly turned to jewels
as it dripped
from her indigo nipples.

She said nothing,
but I knew.
I was coming back to us
from moments granted
by her erotic sisters.

- Dan Abernathy


A Blessing

A dull, gray. winter day,
an eagle circling, seeking pray.
No shadow cast as he flew past,
creating yin / yang
circles in the sky.
A profound display
of black and white;
our spirits joined
in “Namaste”
As he departed in his flight
my soul soared with him
as he lift my sight.
Left below, rooted in life;
a wingless lump of clay
searching for the light.

- Bonnie McDonnell
 from Dresser, Wisconsin

I Breathe

I don’t know how to be when I’m not connected to the trees the streams the pure and holy things
I breathe
I grieve
I open my eyes to see
at times I see beauty, the potential in every living thing
at times I see destruction the walking dead a mass illusion
Balance in all things
Harmony in the chaos
Breath that sustains us
Why don’t we teach our children to plant seeds?
Why don’t we teach them that the earth gives to us all we need?  
Why don’t we teach peace?
We say we are free and freedom isn’t free but we’re all in debt to society
water sun and soil
flowers bees and trees
These are the ingredients to the life we need-the life that frees-the life that feeds
Yet we choose blood sweat and toil
We sign away our time
We buy things our own money can’t buy-beyond our needs-beyond our means
At the expense of the least of these
Don’t give away your time
Don’t waste your life
Lift your eyes
Find your spirit it lives inside
Recognize the lies
Breathe life into your heart body mind
There no such thing as time
There’s no lack

Trials-difficulties-illusions of suffering
these are all turning the silver to gold
the knowledge to wisdom
the young to old
 - Katie Ernst
You can find and follow her on
Instagram @wherethewatersflow


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