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 ~ Lost? Find Me …

Years after her
disappearance
they reminisced …

it never took much
to change her
mind
but heaven and earth
couldn’t
change her ways

her emotions
blew with the wind

a cold front
brought icy stares
folded arms
silence

a heat wave
provoked intense glares
and a rebellious smirk

her thoughts,
on the other hand,
switched frequencies
as easily as a radio dial

if she was dialed 
into you
the electricity
was palatable

when her thoughts
wandered
she was lost
to another world,
another dimension

the day she
disappeared
they found a note

her last words,

“I may be in this world,
but I am not of this world
and neither are you.
Find me and be free.”