And Then –

by carole, posted in Uncategorized

When I dim the lights of day

all the chores and appointments

…when I sweep aside the litter of the day’s sorrow

empty the bins of recycled thought

and pause the stale nurture of old times

and I find a place to sit under a tree

… or by the water

and find a space within the generosity of air

to ponder cleanliness and calmness

… Then

I hear the call of Spirit

tapping my ears

and voices in the airy branches

asking me to sit a while and listen

as they cradle my head and heart

with softly joyous inspirations

… while holding me safely in their vision.

I neither stay nor go

but rest, surrender, and accept

overflowing joy

rhythms of drum

chants to grace and

… the lightness of freedom.

Within this body made rigid with ache

there is a love soaked in awe and sky.

©photo and poem caf

Small Things

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Poetry, Poet, Carole Fults, Photography, Writing , Art, Nature, Forest, Trees, Uncategorized

She wants to do small things
pick tomatoes,
praise the flowers,
care for the smaller ones
like dogs and butterflies
crows, turkeys, forget-me-nots.

and also, to be concerned for the large ones
to bless the bears
and moose
elephants and whales,
and also, to love all the sizes and beings in between…
stones, grasses and ghosts of the departed.

Standing outside in the dark
worshiping the simplicity of moonlight
she suddenly knew the secret.
If you want to live forever
feed you heart to the world.

©photo and poem by caf

In The Garden

by carole, posted in Poem, Poetry, Poet, Carole Fults, Photography, Writing , Art, Nature, Forest, Trees, Uncategorized

Butterfly –
from egg and caterpillar to cocoon of silk
to orange and black smear of summer
and quivering wings on Bee Balm – do you mark your age?
or do you think only of your assignment
to dance on flowers
while we, the more evolved, fight our own metamorphosis
from cocoon of flesh to angel
arguing and resisting all the way home
to the garden.  

©photo and poem by caf














	

		
	



	
	

		
Today I Came Looking
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		















Today I came to this woods looking for a poem
and this is what I found:





In the distance,
in the trees,
luminescent waves of foggy sunlight pierce everything,
delivering the energy of Life,
the love of God.





A bird floats back and forth and becomes transparent—
a foggy lumination playing in white and yellow currents
riding on the exhalation of God’s breath.





I won’t hurry too quickly from this place.
I won’t say I’ll be back tomorrow.





For this light … this particular tantalizing light,
is the face of Holiness.





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The Weaver
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		






The trail that often shifted as you walked
the fine threads you have followed
from necessity or curiosity
are woven into the tapestry of your life
glowing, brightening





A fine web woven
strand by strand
a strong net made of stories you wove to shine your heart,
what you love and your place in the world.





The filigree lace rests in the wind
gently rocking on the breeze
premised on the map suggested by Spirit.





At the completion of your travels
you will view your weaving in its
completeness of color, texture, snarls
and shining jewels
ready to leave the loom
and gleam in eternity.





©photo and poem by caf

	

		
	



	
	

		
Returning
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		











Today the geese came home
to melting pasture
soggy hay
muddy cows
and white-water creek.





Their loud chorus rose up
into chill dampening air,
the messy spate of thaw
smelling of molding winter
and cold sun warming transient spring.





Scarf’s fringe blew across my heart
as I watched them
resume last year’s flight over my roof.





And I was grateful
for I remembered the world does not awaken
until the geese return.





©photo and poem caf






	

		
	



	
	

		
What She Did When She Thought No One Was Watching
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		











The old tree stood alone in the overgrown cemetery at sunrise
singing winds toying with her clacking coat of leaves
her wavering arms extended out
over thistles and milkweed, flowers and grasses.





Browned summer fronds
flew from her
floating happily to Earth
eager to touch the soil.





I watched her for a long while
from my shelter among the headstones
and just as the sun came over the hill
the ancient one
waved her limbs,





picked up her roots and danced.





©photo and poem by caf











	

		
	



	
	

		
The Mystery
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		






          
Waning moon
Stars, small suns to other worlds,
the smell of morning.





No matter the evil,
the ugly,
or the political,
the Mystery is still here.





Can we remember this?





©photo and poem by caf






	

		
	



	
	

		
Only a Calf
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		

Only a Calf










A new small calf born deformed
and rejected by its mother
taken in by others and nurtured into health.





     This world is too beautiful to ignore
     and too broken to turn away from.





Put down your books
come to deep looking, feeling, knowing
of beings – children of the World Being Herself.





Sit with knowing Her, feeling Her – all of Her
before you’re gone and it’s too late
to know Her in this way, as Her child, Her expression of Self.





      When you were born it was as though She sent you
     to school for the day… but only for a day.





When you return home your Mother
will be waiting for you.





©photo and poem by caf

	

		
	



	
	

		
Morning News
				

			 by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized		
			

	

		






A whale named Moon, spine broken by a big ship,
unable to dive for food.
emaciated, swims 3,000 miles
to die of starvation in the winter feeding grounds.





          The moon rises over the stark winter marked trees
         breeze gentle by my ear
          as stars witness the rising sun.





An old woman begs the soldiers to leave her family alone
We just want to live our lives, care for each other.
So the soldiers  laugh
shoot her husband, rape her and her daughters
steal their food, burn their house.





         Grasses in the field, dried wild flowers
         wave and clack in midday air.
         Sparrows squabble over seed lying on the ground.
         A fox crosses the road toward beckoning hill.





An elephant is shot, stripped of her tusks
her corpse left to rot in hot sunlight
while her calf looks on trumpeting in fear and grief, not understanding.
What can I do but witness your suffering?





         I don’t know what to do with this.
         Some days my prayer books are no help.





©caf