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Random equations. Dawn M. Nevills

 Surely, think I, this insidious, creeping malady cannot make us turn on ourselves, reawaken old hatreds, ignite old fears, stoke mistrusts, feed blind greed....salve nothing but disregard in moments still so possible with potential.

Surely, think I, this being called Man, this shell, this thing that is me, too - with all of these tools - cannot forget the Breath on Clay that made him Whirlwind, realized: miraculous Accident of the Ages, exploded and knit together, over millenia, like molded rocks, shocked back to life, and fulcrum wiser.  

Surety: the thing of children, comforted. The Mirror of the Ages, held. Time, still, for Patience, achieved.

Agony, that it has taken so many patients. The Lesson learned, again.

whirl away world

 whirl away, world

between the plates the air will sigh and furl

the tears will tickle soft between the stones

and man will pause to 

listen and

consider them again

humbly

dawn m. nevills 

Just Be

 If there is love and light, then letting it shine is To Be.

If we are to be, then being is always Something, even if we think we are Nothing.

From Nothing came Let There be Light.....and there Was.

It was Spoken. It was Done. 

We Be.

Nothing Can be Done because when we know Nothing, 

There is always Something to be Learned.

Nothing sure is Something, ain't it?✌😇

Wished Upon

 Trail on, streak of thought.

Wide is the gap upon which these threads of being surface,

Dappled, as they are, with quarks and quicks and manytimesagos;

Brilliant spasms of new molds sprinting like sprites

Across a vast mindfulness. 

Trill, then, past ego whirls and caped and capping fury;

Beyond, where the vast and varied treeseeds sparkle,

Breathing my name.   

Be a Global Parent with Unicef

PEACE. I would have peace for my Friends.
I would have Peace for their dark-eyed babies, their blue-eyed babies, their hazel-eyed babies,
dreaming softly of a star-filled sky, far away from the wretched ground, beckoning;
The reeking puddles; the squalor; the shrieking.
I would have peace for the pang of hunger; the stab of thirst; the anguished heart, languishing and bereft, believing itself Forgotten.
I would have Peace for the Angry woman hearts, whose Mother love knows no boundaries, no borders, no languages: only cries and whimpers, seen, heard and unfound.
The quiet Father love prayers, that strengthen other Men, restrain anger and violence, renew fierce Friendship, and make a way where there seemed none amidst such seeming Power in the world, to make it so.
They are Global Parent tears; Global Parent Hearts: they speak all languages, love all names for God, clasp each other's hands in shared Grief, and remembered Joy.
I would have Peace for these Women, even now; I would have Peace for their injured, aching, saddened, strong-but-tired Men, their Lost or Living Lovers, their stolen Babies.
I would have Peace for my own. I would have Peace for them all.
Peace, after all...just a step away from Love.

Happy Canada Day 2020

We wish our friends to the south, North, East and West, the continuing joy and Friendship that is the Canadian Spirit.... Covid, be damned.

And now....a word about "Nunavut.":

The outbreak by the numbers (as of 9:00 a.m. Wednesday, May 27, 2020):

• Globally: 5,615,689 cases  |  2,307,901 recovered  |  351,077 deceased
• Canada: 86,647 cases  |  45,339 recovered  |  6,639 deceased
• British Columbia: 2,541 cases  |  2,122 recovered  |  161 deceased
• Alberta: 6,901 cases  |  6,048 recovered  |  139 deceased
• Saskatchewan: 634 cases  |  549 recovered  |  8 deceased
• Manitoba: 292 cases  |  269 recovered  |  7 deceased
• Ontario: 26,191 cases  |  19,958 recovered  |  2,123 deceased
• Quebec: 48,598 cases  |  14,999 recovered  |  4,139 deceased
• New Brunswick: 122 cases  |  120 recovered
• Nova Scotia: 1,052 cases  |  976 recovered  |  59 deceased
• Prince Edward Island: 27 cases  |  27 recovered
• Newfoundland and Labrador: 260 cases  |  255 recovered  |  3 deceased
• Yukon: 11 cases  |  11 recovered
• Northwest Territories: 5 cases  |  5 recovered
• Nunavut: 0 cases
• Trenton (CFB quarantine): 13 cases

P.S.

Too true it is, that I have loved.
Let it be said, when I am gone, that those I have loved knew it,
....And were glad.

just released - THROW ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE - Dawn M. Nevills

Just released -

Number 1 on the Top Jazz Artists List for Reverb Nation.

Track No. 1 - THROW ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE - Dawn M. Nevills

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..............Take THAT, Covid-19......

                                                        ...my timing leaves something to be desired....Sigh.
                                                                                     Oh well. 
                                                          ..... call me a helpful diversion........ Wink.

Wink Wonkbonkered.

And to each new sunlit filter finger trickle trace
Mere shadow, tingling on the face
Remembered:
Thusly knighted, strangely sighted, never blighted
 - Save of grief, now flickering, gray ache, gentled -
I shout, upon this day...."O Gather, Brief and Shining Moments, All,
Who've yet to live, and sing.....
So say we all!"

Doggedly Determined

He felt the tongue in his right ear before he heard the laughter, and reached up his hand, just as she swung up and out of his reach.

"Hello, Mr. Horrible Man", she stated merrily, eluding his grasp, running around the bench, and sliding in beside his right hand, with which he was wiping the spit from his ear.

"Yech, you've given me the willies", he said, not minding, really, and scrubbing at his ear.

"I know; for a second you thought I'd slipped in a slug, like that horrible episode on Star Trek everyone remembers, and shivers about", she sighed, pleased with herself.

"My personal favourite, gross-out wise," she intoned, ecstatically. He rolled his eyes.

"So; who have I defended you from today, in absentia?" She grinned at him, rubbed his nose with hers, drew back and crossed her eyes at him. "I'm exhausted, sticking up for you so often."

"I've never seen anyone get in so many arguments before", she said, mildly. "And really, when you've just been trying to do something nice." She sighed. "I'm sorry; it's all my fault, really. Had I not been all worried and expressed a need,  you would have listened to someone else, and approached it differently. Now all they can do collectively is try and ding you for not being generous enough in a specific WAY. How AWFUL for them that the generosity wasn't as SPECIFIC as had been hoped....the poor, bored things. It seems they detest the heroic. Not HALF as selfrighteous to wax rhapsodic about, as the villainous." She leered at him, closing one eye, like a pirate. "Ar; did ye buy me me new undies, loik I asked of ye?"

He burst out laughing.

"You are so incredibly odd", he said, breathing out. "I have no idea why I listen to you."

"Because you love making me happy," she stated, flatly. "I'm going with that, for now. It makes me feel incredibly vindicated, in the face of world controversy." She smiled enigmatically. "Pissers haven't got any bombs to crow about. I love it."

"Well, I have to go now", she sighed. She tipped her head to one side, eyeing him up and down.

"You look very cute in an annoyed way, you know." She grinned.

"Thank you so much for making me happy today", she said, softly. She ran her right index finger along his temple, gently, and along his cheek. The she kissed his left eye - and slipped her tongue in his left ear briefly, laughing as she slid off the bench and stood up.

"Yech" he said, smiling, but not really minding again, very much, at all.
He opened his eyes, looking up.

She was gone. Again. He smiled, just a little.

"See you soon, emoji", he said, softly, to the sky.

The Stuff of Dreams

Peace. I would have peace for my Friends.

I would have Peace for their darkeyed babies - their sky-eyed babies, too, dreaming softly of a star-filled sky far away from the wretched ground, the reeking puddles, the squalor, the shrieking.

I would have peace for the pang of hunger, the stab of thirst, the anguished hearts languishing and bereft, believing themselves Forgotten.

I would have peace for the Angry women hearts, whose mother-love knows no bounds, no borders, no language -  save eyes and whimpers, seen and heard.
They are Global Parents; global Parent hearts, speaking all languages, loving all names for God, clasping each others' hands in shared grief.

I would have Peace for these Women; Peace for their injured Men, their Lost Lovers, their Anguished, Passionate Longing other Halves, and their stolen Babies;
I would have Peace for my own.
I would have Peace for them all.

Peace....the step before Love.


by Dawn M. Nevills
             originally written Dec. 9, 2020 in response to an outbreak of cholera in refugee camps.

Art of Love

Whereupon these two old loves, clinging, held each other's arms.
In the Tuscany sun, their eyes reflected many years;
All the fresh baked bread, juice of autumn's plums, and grapes, sweet
Running with the life and blood of earth and Love ruminating in their gaze, connected,
fighting against the block of breath that smashed, demon-like, the shared breath,
The wild and winsome laughter, the Star-filled sky of kisses, viewed
At Day's end, the will and work of life, fulfilled.
Each sought the source-of-word; brushed softly against the lips of utterance;
Pressed and sought the sudden surge of Other Half, Realized;
Embraced
Exquisite Completion:
Fiercely Lived.

Carbon Dated

If all the undulations of life could shadow lovers
Then the crags of the mountains, the furrowing clouds in the sky, the bursting struggle of petal
Would be our sighs, realized.

The desert winds - our anger at a momentary ill, passed;
The torrent waters of an Indian Ocean storm, our momentary malcontent, fused and swirling;
The trident Tigress, flowing, all panacea and murmur, ebbing into and around a dusted Being.
Rising skyward, we would remember our Falling, weeping, but Understood.
The God Love, Remembered, in our Reverence to Construction, Reaching,
Our Reverence, Preserved within its Angled Sights: Pharoah, humbled to dust by Death.

Only, there is Now, My Love.
Now, when the intricacy of Art that is Body yearns for its Sought, we Blend;
And, as the water ebbs, we Move, Found, in an exquisite, shared Breath,
Joy, Found; ache, soothed; surge, vent and bloom and spark shot Joy
Realized in an
Endless sky of
Us.

Breathed Into

The rhythm of this moment is your heart, beating.
Your breath against my face gives testament to life, and it is enough for me.
Expelled, it will suffice as a testament to all my strivings, all my warnings, all my yearnings, all my moans
In the dark, of stop and go, back and obey, heed and understand. Your breath is enough.

If, after death, I turn my face, to see an argument, a spark, a smile, an annoyance
I can face this. Only, breathe.

Then all the imagined steps I have danced, seconds I have whispered "life, my Love", into
The night
Have swirled amongst the Universe, and found
The Desire of Ages.

Hey 19 - post revisionist

Far from the madding crowd,
I have a moment to use
Wisely,
Consider carefully,
Use personally,
Live
gratefully.