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Let’s go

his body cries

as he clings to the edge

of everything he knows

pulling and stretching

the nuances of air

between each feather

posturing the sun

on his back.

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Then it comes for him,

the breath of Gaia

rushing in

rushing out

teasing his wild

hungry wings

till he captures her

exhaling

and lets go.

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©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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O goddess of love

I pray you’ll be

the rise of dawn

that lifts me tall

into a selfless plane

beyond the hunger

in my veins

for tender pulse,

for selfish bleed.

I ask you, meet

this longing high

that love be like

a willing star

that has no other need

except to shine.

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(c) 1995, 2015  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Image from Wikipedia)

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storm photo from Jason

photo (c) Jason T. Judd

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.Have you felt

the torrent coming

churning in your marrow

from the very nuclei

deep within your cells?

It bursts into a howling, spinning,

flooding storm of waves

crashing so hard

on the rocks

that sparks fly,

the wind flames

with tongues of heat

that reach the sun

hungry, licking, feeding,

until there’s nothing left

but a belly full of light.

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© 2001, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd,

as he flew over New Mexico recently.

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Photo is copyright (c) 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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Tight-fisted buds

let go

their ego-centric grip

and yield their petals

to the pull

of sun –

Thy will be done.

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© 1977, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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.   .    .    (from 1979)

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Warm obedient flesh,

Wikipedia

this sleeping dough

goes in where I push

and out where I pull

and folded

melts into itself

stretching dreams to gluten

on the floured board.

It wakens

and I start to rise

from hidden realms

that no eyes

will ever know

but yours.

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©  1979,  2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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.    .    .    (old one from 1976)

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I thought it safe inside my cage,

but could I learn to fly?

Such warmth between those steel walls,

but would my spirit die?

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So when I found the gate was raised

a trifle bit too high

I closed my eyes and held my breath

and jumped into the sky.

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In fear I fell, a feathered stone,

my throat choked out a cry,

Is this the end? Was I a fool

to kiss my cage goodbye?

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All I did was flounder more

as night was drawing nigh.

It seemed the worst was happening

and none could tell me why.

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Then something warm stirred at my sides,

my wings were going to try!

The dawn broke only just in time

to blow my feathers dry.

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At last I could fly sure and straight

with clarity of eye.

Free and strong, I knew now

that my cage had been a lie.

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©  1976, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright 

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.  .  .  .  (an old one from the 1970’s)

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Awaken me,

I’m sleep-walking –

in jigsaw dreams

I shadow-box,

flailing arms

against the air

to shake the trappings off.

Pry open

these amnesia-clouded eyes

so they can see

beyond the mask.

Push me

till I’m stark aware

of this narrow

tangled trail –

I long to hear

the phoenix sing!

Come knead my heart

with cosmic yeast

until my spirit

rises up

to navigate the river

that will take me

to the sea.

Come, please awaken me.

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(c) 1976, 2011  Betty Hayes Albright

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