Prayer for Cameron 2013 by Drea
The ability to stay strong and see the good when things are pushing down around you can go a long way, positivity is worth far more than some think.
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Honey House
By Drea

In the honey house
sweet, sticky love
act of pollination

Liquid amber
fragrant thin walls

Heavy wax residue
broken hexagon pieces

Reconfigure
with adoration
for this mystery of nature.

Devotion 2012 by Drea
Following what we believe in always ends with a positive outcome.
Dedication and passion generate beautiful structure in our world.
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With Certainty

By Drea

Where we stand
feels safe
awash over our being.

Trustworthy rising
shake the sadness from our eyes
content to tremble or sigh.

Release expectation
by tasting the salt between thighs
wildness wins with certainty.

Arrival 2002 by Drea Jensen
The blue triangles and trapezoids represent peace and joy, a meditation on color and shape.
A moment of reconciliation when the body and mind relax into spirit.
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Goldfinches by Mary Oliver

Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument
at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or
perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves,
and they were having trouble with who should be
first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in
the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old
holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are
these birds really just that, bells come to us~come to
this road in America~let us bow our heads and
remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer.
Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a
good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening
from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet,
all washed, clasping the air.

Honey 2013 by Drea Jensen
May the divine feminine bless us all with her honey bees! http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/honey-2013-drea-jensen.html

Give Way
By Drea

We are often right,
observers search for the observed.

Feel the heat of combustive passion,
connect to our creativity.

Spirit guide us to know,
space give way to timing.

Roots unseen support growth,
the light of passion in our eye.

Find a way to celebrate,
embrace spacious knowing.

Life bring love right to our door,
of the sacrifice made.

Our name spoken remind us
that we embrace this path.

Inspiration 2012 by Drea Jensen
One small stone in a pond can create a ripple as large as the pond,
just like a small idea can grow into a masterpiece.
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Meanwhile
By Mary Oliver

Lord, my body is not yet a temple,
But only one of your fair fields.
An empty field that nobody wants, at least not yet.
But even here the lily is somewhere,
Sometimes it lifts its head above the grasses,
The daises, the milkweed, the mallow.

And sometimes, like us, it sleeps, or at least
Leans below the blades of the grasses.
Lord, I live as you have made me to live.
I bite hungrily into the peach and the turnip.
I bite, with sorrow, into the calf and the lamb.
I drink the tears of the clouds.

I praise the leaves of the shrub oaks
And the pine trees in their bold coats.
I listen and give thanks to the catbird and the thrush.
Meanwhile, the fox knows where you are.
The bees leave the swamp azalea and fly straight
To the shadow of your face.

Meanwhile my body is rustic and brash.
The world I live in is hedges, and small blossoms.
Lord, consider me, and my earnest work.
A hut I have made, out of the grasses.
Now I build the door, out of all things brash and rustic.
Day and night it is open.
Have you seen it yet, among the grasses?

How it longs for you?
How it tries to shine, like gold?

Tree of Life 2013 by Drea Jensen
Like trees, we as people are always growing. Though the growth may not be seen such as in height or weight, our hearts and minds will never stop reaching for the sky.
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Of Goodness
By Mary Oliver

How good
that the clouds travel, as they do,
like the long dresses of the angels
of our imagination,

or gather in the storm masses, then break
with their gifts of replenishment,
and how good
that the trees shelter the patient birds

in their thick leaves,
and how good that in the field
the next morning
red bird frolics again, his throat full of song,

and how good
that the dark ponds, refreshed,
are holding the white cups of the lilies
so that each is an eye that can look upward,

and how good that the little blue-winged teal
comes paddling among them, as cheerful as ever,

and so on, and so on.