Cattle in the Sky
Won’t you say a prayer for me
May Lakshmi be now
Poetry
Orbs of a Lingering Moon
It was the night of a lingering Full Moon.
If you squint your eyes you almost see orbs.
Yet orbs are there to see.
Orbs dance into view.
Ghostly in their appearance.
You’ve attracted light beings.
Including Good Old Teardrop in upper left.
They send their brightest.
To shine upon you.
Lower your contrasts, and open your shadows, and you will see.
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
Orbs Attend the Night
It was a night of quiet celebration, the birth of a young man 31 years ago.
Poetry was attended by orbs unheralded yet rejoiced.
Realities were questioned as Castaneda was lauded.
It is the Moon rising in the East in this reality of seen and unseen.
Lower your contrast and open your shadows and you will see the unseen.
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
Orbs and the Poets
Once again, Logan Dirtyverbs Phillips brought Palabra Andante to the Bisbee Royale. Poets gathered in hopes of being one of the twelve chosen to read by lottery. Logan is a highly energetic fellow who created energy snake patterns in the air the first time I posted this event. Don’t miss him in the last photo of this post.
Suzi Pretty was her usual dry witted self who drew in the orbs as well as the crowd.
Sarita Gonzales, our guest star poet from Tucson. If you like peanut butter, you might not want to hear this poem. Her flawless memorization was truly a performance to appreciate. The orbs certainly found amusement in her presentation.
Orbs also hung on the words of Patricia’s tale of overcooked vegetables.
Matt’s commanding read of a Geri DiGiorno poem really caught the orbs attention. They must have recognized poet laureate quality.
Ruby’s finely crafted poem also received orb attentiveness.
Thayer won the coveted baker’s dozen place at the podium with an earthy poem about God at the grocery store. Not only did the orbs line up to listen, but Logan experienced an energetic shift. What was that all about?
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
You Cannot See Them
You cannot see them
ladies walking home at night
wrapped in towels
dampening sarongs
You hear their laughter
and sleepy murmurs
spirits follow
listening closely
You cannot see them
ladies with attentive spirits
walking gliding
through the night
Freshly bathed
thoughts of comforts
home draws them onward
ladies walking above
You did not see them
Nor saw the spirits
that shadowed
wet ladies
walking home tonight.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
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Dog Bath Blues
So you had to bathe me
’cause I’m a dirty shame
perhaps I’m also smelly
and I’m the one to blame.
Why submit me
to water and shampoo
stinky stuff
I accepted you.
Guess I wasn’t good enough
Guess I wasn’t sweet enough
Guess you want to play it rough
How much dirt
will it take to make
you see
baths don’t work?
Get your camera ready
’cause I’ve a tail to wag at you.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
Dogs win, dogs win!
Orbs of Truth
Not again,
a stranger’s eyes
regard me in a mirror
that lies.
Once again,
I inhabit a body
not mine.
We are all one.
What tripe!
We don’t know that Truth
until the body is not ours
until now.
Not now!
My body, my life.
This body, another’s life.
I do remember
my life, my body.
But that was then,
this is now.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
Orb Puzzle
If I were a piece of your puzzle what hole would I fill?
Am I part of your landscape
the moss on the side of a tree
a petal among the flowers
the underside of a cloud?
If I were a piece of your puzzle where do you need me?
Am I your mirror
you glance at for reassurance
the thought you are reaching for
or the dream you’ve forgotten?
If I were a piece of your puzzle are you still searching
where to place me
or have you lost me under the table?
Have you slid me
easily into your picture
or do you suspect
I’m part of another world
you dare not enter?
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
Orbs and Roses
By stealth, orbs enter unawares.
Are you prepared?
Night Owl’s 100th Post
If I were an owl, I would haunt you in your dreams.
You waken in the Dreamtime to find me
staring at you with outstretched wings
saying nothing.
You know that this is the moment you have been waiting for
the moment I need your attention.
A deep guttural sound will start
to rise within your chest
as you wrench your inner owl into existence.
It’s not easy to release
your true self buried beneath
the façade of your cultural armour.
The cry of your rebirth
reaches your throat,
hideous in its rasping rawness.
Too long have you denied your ability to sing
out to the night.
I will haunt you until you do.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
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