28 March 2017

pumps, paint & perceptions (day 341)

there are many
different shades
of blue
any different ways
of making old
into New
there are multiple
adaptations
that emerge
out of
preconceptions
gone awry
and infinite inventions
that stretch
perceptions
of what is
Beautiful
and True

Thanks. 

Amen. 

#40wordprayers #Nicaragua2017 #WaterIsLife 


27 March 2017

the artist (day 340)

while us gringos
wait impatiently
to DO something
the artist
sculpts patiently
pondering each stroke
so smooth and effortless
you might think
he was working
with cream
not concrete 
but his artistry
brings not only beauty
but Life

Thanks.

Amen. 

#40wordprayers #Nicaragua2017 #WaterIsLife


snapshots of sábado (day 339)

i've seen fishes
in the fingers 
of spry young salesmen
i've seen faith
in the features
of wily old shamans
i've seen fascination
in the faces
of keen kindred sojourners 
Jupiter through towering trees
Jesus through sensational Seas

Thanks. 

Amen. 

#40wordprayers #Nicaragua2017 #WaterIsLife


25 March 2017

Surging (day 338)

being trapped in traffic
results in rescuing
another fellow traveller
trapped in a train
station

behind the ordinary
nondescript resting places
for weary travellers 
exists an oasis
of sacred, silent
Spirit

beneath scorched surfaces
the Water is
Surging

Thanks.

Amen. 

#40wordprayers #Nicaragua2017 #WaterIsLife

(Minoru Park, Vancouver, B.C. Ramada Inn in background.)

18 February 2017

ignite or Light? (day 337)

our world is
moaning the blues
whirling in diffused despair
swirling in confused contrarity
and Heat is
rising without and 
within in ways 
smouldering and surprising
will it converge
to ignite a fuse
or light a Wick?

Wisdom...please.

Amen.

#40wordprayers


16 February 2017

between orbits #52 & 53

pain behind the eyes
and a Hopeful longing
in the heart
not a bad way
to start
a new day
a new week
a new year
of surprise
for no one
really knows
which way
the Wind blows
or where
the red fern grows
or how Destiny shows
itself except
for the unanticipated
Moments that arise
like wild flowers
in disguise
or spring showers
amidst the fireflies
of summer
or daylight in dungeons
i enter
this day
like any other
not knowing
where circumstances
will lead
or how interactions
will feed
connection or conniption
what friction
might spark
a new possibility
what diction
might blur
innate plausibility
misunderstanding
as understanding
while landing
upon Ground
familiar yet not
new words arise
out of old
new perspectives emerge
out of old
paradigms and parables
all this unbearable
lollygagging with language
whilst flagging my frontal
cortex to converge
into the surge
of first Light
straining to ignite
a Spark
of engaging
with my Heart
receive the fresh start
of embracing
the longing for Hope
and despairing
or not caring
which way the Wind
blows
or how the Rain
soothes 
and stings
both the skin
and the Spirit within
stirring that pain
and allowing it
to become a Gateway
to broader understanding
and fuller feeling
and deeper healing
of the longing and
pain behind the lies

(9 Feb 2017)

('SunArt' ©2011 by Mary Sonya Fowler-Conti)



05 January 2017

EMDR (day 336)

eyes darting
back and forth
to and fro
disorienting
to reorient
disintegrating
to reintegrate
desensitizing
to resensitize
disconnecting
to reconnect
the paralyzed adult
with
the parentified child
into
a reanimated human
a reunified being
a reconciled Beloved


s
l
o
w
l
y


Thanks.

Amen.

#40wordprayers