Two Leo Moons

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Two Leo moons orbit the heart of my sky.

Warm gravity bonds – flows with love.

Love, the essence of our days together.

What was it they said about love?

It’s everything. It’s all you need. It’s vast and unexpected.

Two Leo Moons – mother and daughter, soft and bright.

We take big chances in the life – rearrange the heart,

accommodate each other’s limbs and prayers.

 

Mother Moon, I wanted you to stay with me,

but your path led to heaven’s spirit place.

Daughter moon, I wished for your safety,

but now I see your path must breathe.

Follow your paws to uncharted islands,

rainforest jungles, oceans and sand.

Journeys, wishes, wisdoms born of you.

 

Beyond the moments our hearts beat together,

our celestial roots stretch endlessly,

beam across your distant lands,

where lionesses roar and dream.

We reach up to the heavens,

through realms and mysteries.

Two Leo moons, one Libra heart

spin through the galaxy.

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© Angela Bigler 2016

 

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Strong Talk

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In 1908, when Emily Carr painted the First Nation totem poles in British Columbia, she heard their strong talk roaring across the wild beaches. They were still speaking their truth even though they’d been wind beaten and faded, even though many were abandoned. This was forever strong talk. 

Emily Carr was alone in the sweltering heat with the relentless mosquitoes when she talked to the ghosts and inhaled the strong talk of the ancestors. She could have wished for comfort and gone home, instead she kept on painting and that old talk spoke again through her determined paintbrush.

Sometimes you want to tell the world your story. Or maybe tell one person, just one truth.

I was scared when I was little, there were voices in the dark and they were sneaking in the window, mean and ugly. They told me that my voice was insignificant, told me I must be quiet to survive and I believed them.

What if I became a totem and told my own story? What if I was thirty-feet tall and blue, yellow, red and green and carved with the strength of my voice? Could there be strong talk in me? Would someone like Emily hear it? I’d like to think she would paint me with riots of color, thick coats of bright paint and layers of voice.

I want to be an instrument like that and make my own strong talk, spitting my words like wind on a reed. My breath would travel upwards from my roots to my heart, over my chords and out of my mouth, gaining power as it flowed over the wood to your ears, then strong talk would roar out of me.

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Great Mother Love

Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.

Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.

All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.

Her gifts – who could forget them?

Did you see her gentle curves?

The way her spine supports her children?

It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.

Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?

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Belief

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I knew there was no god

When the mother rabbit came back later, looking,

After the crows swooped in and took her hidden babies.

Still, it comforts to believe in something, to connect.

There is heart, there is light,

There is nature, lovely and mean.

Maybe we aren’t preordained beings

or soap opera stars watched by gods.

Maybe we are just living,

Praying to our own creations,

However;

Surrender lightens,

Helps me breathe sparks of

Divinity, miracles, hope.

Keeps me going when the crows are closing in.

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For Bailey

 

If I were like you I would dive in nose first,

and bark and protect and attack.

I would cover the house in layers of fur

so you could forever breath me.

 

Now your fur is up in the trees;

tucked in the crows’ beaks,

they built the spring nests,

warmed their eggs in your softness;

the chicks hatch in your wolfy fleece.

 

I imagine you curled up asleep while I dream

and you eating apples with me.

When I watch the birds, you are hunting;

When I walk the block, you’re ahead.

 

They talk about seasons and life and its wheel;

I hate it and I want you back.

I want to be nuzzled,

I want to be loved the way you love;

The way no one can.

 

All I can do is go on just like you;

snout first and crazy and free.

Never give up or be caged

or behave.

That’s what my Bailey taught me.

 

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© Angela Bigler 2014

 

8 Points

It was sad to watch; your

Wild life ether

Tame

There on the pavement’s edge.

Eight points knocked off

Clean; soft fur like my dog.

A moment like that

Cold hand

Dark-eyed lesson;

Slow down.

 

Listen;

Is your life rushing on

In webs of thought

The slushy past

And what if futures?

 

Be on the road; awake

As roads are shared

With those

Who do not see

Our armored rush.

 

Did you know life had value?

Yours and mine.

And also those who

Run and dream on

Paws and

Wings and

Hooves.

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

 

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18 Summers (for Audrey)

 

There have been 18 lovely summers

 

Think of all the beaches where you walked

And how the sand tucks between toes

The salt air scent

 

The world can make you new

In any moment

Wake and spread your fingers

Towards the sun

 

Just start again

That is the trick

To keep on moving

 

May the path unfold before you

Clear and shining

Like your heart

 

May you feel her sworn protection

Nourished roots, the warming wind

Her gentle peace among the waves and rain

 

May your breath carry you through

Along with your clear vision

And your heart and light and strength

 

May purest love surround you

A centered, fluid flame

Inside and out

 

May you laugh and smile and dance

May you take the time for peace

And brilliant dreams

 

May you speak all of your truths

And sing your songs

May you let yourself be seen

For all your light

 

May you love and be loved back

In balance and in care

The treasures of the spirit

Shining through

 

There have been 18 lovely summers

Or beats of the world heart

Or years of the great earth

Where we’ve been blessed

 

Today you start again

Another turn towards the sun

That  life heart dance

 

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

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Lucid

 

If she could think herself sane

She would follow god maps

To clean, tempered planes

Even-keeled, deepening rests.

 

She’d soften her mind

On grass-fed rains

Her feet pressed

In long settled earth.

 

Maybe there is a way.

 

Sometimes the paint

Clings to her skin

Long after the brush

Pushes in.

 

Perhaps she drenched herself

There in the flecks

Where she can be colors

And rays.

 

And you wonder how

She imagined.

How she swept through

The taut pain.

 

If she could breath out

Through the frame

She would sing

And you would believe

She was sane.

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

 

 

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Freedom

What were their words

When they left the king?

 

Life

Liberty

Happiness pursuits

 

Sometimes we forget

This intention

Of light

 

I know they forgot

Half the nation

At least

But insert yourself

Into the Meaning

 

You deserve

Freedom

Equality

Rights

 

Your crown is yourself

Now be free

 

© Angela Bigler 2013

 

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