Poetry ~ My Beloved

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field … I’ll meet you there.” ~ Rumi

"Where are you my beloved? she cried.
"I am not lost," he replied, "you are."
"You seek comfort in the yellow wheat fields,
in meadow grass where the wild flowers grow,
in houses of worship that breed division.
I am beyond the field; beyond colors,
beyond the senses of your realm
and your duality.
I dwell in the field of the singularity
a field that some call god,
but has no religion, race, or gender.
Come, find me here."

The Thunder Moon

July’s full moon, often called the Buck or Thunder moon, rises early over our homestead in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State.

The full moon lives up to its name with constant thunderstorms that rumble over the highlands every afternoon. And recently we’ve spotted a young buck down by the pond.

Cheers to long summer days and mesmerizing summer nights under the Thunder Moon!

~ Sue

Poetry ~ The Mystic and the Bard (A Fairy Tale)

Mystic and BArd

It was written in the stars and carved in stone
that a Mystic rule the heavens and a Bard rule earth’s throne

An alchemist and a dreamer, the Mystic’s magic cast a glow
inspiring the Bard to sing and lighting the land below

Roaring through the forest and bellowing over the seas,
the Bard charmed the Mystic, regaling in poetry

Beckoning the Mystic, the Bard stretched out his hand
but his feet were rooted in the earth and he could not leave the land

The Mystic descended from the clouds, but her efforts were in vain
she was bound to the heavens and could not enter earth’s domain

Their love within reach, they conspired with the divine,
transcending the laws of nature, the lovers’ fingers entwined

As their fingers touched, sparks began to fly
illuminating the stars, scattered across the sky

And with one kiss, pure magic emerged
on that starry night, when heaven caressed the earth