I attended a Poetry as Spiritual Practice* workshop yesterday and oh, it was such a lovely experience. I thought I would blog my poetry doodles that came through me. I love the process of poetic and channeled/automatic writing. It’s like throwing paint at the wall and seeing art revealed. Poetry in motion.
These first few are written as haiku:
Divine Daydreaming
angels all around
look and you will see their light
peering through timelines
Immortal Me
protect me from death~
to leave earth and live fully.
afterlife, indeed!
Seen In the In Between
Tarot on the wall
writing as divination
fairy forest view
In response to Toi Derricotte’s Why I don’t write about George Floyd:
What can I say?
There’s no time to play.
We must defend and fight for rights.
It’s cray.
Today, I just don’t know what to say.
Because everyone is saying so much.
(or are they?)
And I am called to kneel
and pray.
*workshop facilitated by Gay Norton Edelman
What has your pen spirited today?
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