Orbs of a Lingering Moon

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It was the night of a lingering Full Moon.

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If you squint your eyes you almost see orbs.

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Yet orbs are there to see.

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Orbs dance into view.

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Ghostly in their appearance.

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You’ve attracted light beings.

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Including Good Old Teardrop in upper left.

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They send their brightest.

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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

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It was a night of quiet celebration, the birth of a young man 31 years ago.

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Poetry was attended by orbs unheralded yet rejoiced.

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Realities were questioned as Castaneda was lauded.

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It is the Moon rising in the East in this reality of seen and unseen.

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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

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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.

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Suzi Pretty was her usual dry witted self who drew in the orbs as well as the crowd.

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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.

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Orbs also hung on the words of Patricia’s tale of overcooked vegetables.

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Matt’s commanding read of a Geri DiGiorno poem really caught the orbs attention. They must have recognized poet laureate quality.

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Ruby’s finely crafted poem also received orb attentiveness.

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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

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You cannot see them

ladies walking home at night

wrapped in towels

dampening sarongs

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You hear their laughter

and sleepy murmurs

spirits follow

listening closely

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You cannot see them

ladies with attentive spirits

walking gliding

through the night

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Freshly bathed

thoughts of comforts

home draws them onward

ladies walking above

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You did not see them

Nor saw the spirits

that shadowed

wet ladies

walking home tonight.

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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

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 So you had to bathe me

’cause I’m a dirty shame

perhaps I’m also smelly

and I’m the one to blame.

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Why submit me

to water and shampoo

stinky stuff

I accepted you.

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Guess I wasn’t good enough

Guess I wasn’t sweet enough

Guess you want to play it rough

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How much dirt

will it take to make

you see

baths don’t work?

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Get your camera ready

’cause I’ve a tail to wag at you.

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Dogs win, dogs win!

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Orbs of Truth

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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.

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Orb Puzzle

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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?

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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

 

Night Owl’s 100th Post

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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.

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(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
“orbphotog”