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Exploring freedom as a universal aspect of joy.

Equal

Posted on 14 December 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Dean Moriarty illustrating poem titled Equal by H. Hennenburg
Image by Dean Moriarty

Equal

Equal to the task
I’m born into the moment singing
Faithful to the star careening,
Lungs full, to my depth

And rising up from toe to sternum
Wishes cast their words
I heard them whisper while I wept

All my truths unto the stardom
Echo fast and full and far, come home
I am the question that you ask
And I am equal to the task

© H. Hennenburg, 9 December 2019

A song incomplete, but the verse came pure to my heart after reading a pure heart in Sounds Like Me: My Life (So Far) In Song by Sara Bareilles.

…all we ever seek is within us.

Joyfully linking with Poets United.

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Wings To The Firmament

Posted on 30 November 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Dreamy Art illustrating poem titled Wings To The Firmament by H. Hennenburg
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Wings To The Firmament

Our first instinct is air
We are casualties of longing thereafter
Oscillating on currents
That paint us red
And conspire to wake our dormancy
Jostling and cajoling
Skyward blooms unfolding with majesty
All that holds us aloft
In a universe unremitting
We are want and unwitting
Wings to the firmament

© H. Hennenburg, 29 November 2019

For Bill and for bookmarks.  🛩️

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Improbable Wings

Posted on 30 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by David Clode illustrating poem titled Improbable Wings by H. Hennenburg
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Improbable Wings

A cool rush of flagrant defiance
Unlocks a chain of misdemeanors
That fall from my tongue in a fevered cadence
My soliloquy goes uncharted
In this forest of layered beasts
Whose fragrant alliance has put me up to the mischief
I have fallen at the feet
Of one cleansing breath
That has choked the life from subjugation to rules that loathe exceptions
And I have taken flight on improbable wings

© H. Hennenburg, 19 October 2019

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Boundless

Posted on 26 October 201926 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Conrad Ziebland illustrating poem titled Boundless by H. Hennenburg
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Boundless

Where am I?
In the sea…floating…gracefully
Having left my shore, my home, my beginning –
my end
I am here floating
Counting on the great watery vastness
because nothing else counts
There is no future or past
that can measure against this moment of birth,
this gem of becoming,
this blossoming under the moon
There is no structure made of earth or time
that can define boundaries of love
No words to describe what it means now
What you ask of me is too small
The sea is full of air
the air is full of sea
the cosmos full of rocks and stones
that are full of atoms, full of particles, full of space
Where is there an end or a corner to pin love to
and say, “this is how high,” or, “this is how deep,” or, “this is how long?”
You ask too little of me
I love you more greatly than this

© H. Hennenburg, 20 November 2005

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Beloved

Posted on 15 October 201915 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Mark Basarab illustrating poem titled Beloved by H. Hennenburg
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Beloved

A river of stars finds me dreaming
Inviting space to sculpt stone into waves
Where river and red sea meet
Where so-called laws of physics
Are tossed into depths unknown
And shadows bear witness
To blood and tears fueling the mallet
The chisel strike sparking points of illumination
Into thin air
To be held aloft in a vacuum
Promising nothing
And doling out all
In a lucidity of timelessness
That gazes into the density of my abyss
And calls me beloved

© H. Hennenburg, 14 October 2019

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Raptor

Posted on 6 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Sven Lachmann illustrating poem titled Raptor by H. Hennenburg
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Raptor

One morning an eagle flew out from the fog
And crossed my window pane
Splitting the view between treetops and sky
And then disappearing into the wings
Into sight unseen

I was rapt…I was her mark
It was my fog that held her aloft
And that lifted in her absence
Not to be earthbound
But ripped loose by talons seeking life

To bring death into life again
The soaring peal of a tailwind
Resonating the divide
Between treetops and sky
Freeing the spirit like so much fog

© H. Hennenburg, 6 October 2019

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Whole As Is

Posted on 4 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Alex Lopez illustrating prose titled Whole As Is by H. Hennenburg
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Whole As Is

“You are a worthless girl,” she says…and she says it again and again until the mirror cracks.

Then she studies the crack. Carefully. As it might well be a gift from beyond. Seeking a hidden message, she leans in and fingers the edges as her eyes scrutinize every jagged corner. She stands back and gazes from a distance. Arms folded. Knuckling fist to mouth…pondering.

“You are a worthless girl,” she whispers, re-examining the careless magic that summoned this unexpected visitor. “What does it mean?”, she wonders silently, eyes fixed on the glassy fissure. All day she is consumed by the question. It follows her through her tasks and obligations. It hovers over her. Slides beneath her. Envelops her.

And the crack in the mirror watches her. When she goes outside, it calls to her. And every time she returns, she studies it again.

She considers, tentatively, “you are not a worthless girl.” Then directly and squarely at the crack in the mirror, she declares, “you are not a worthless girl.”

The mirror does not mend.

But the girl…the girl is now fascinated by the possibility – by all possibility. What could come next?

“You are worth the sun and moon and all the stars in the universe,” she chances quickly.

“You are worth the planets and the ice and the oceans and every bit of life, seen and unseen,” she exclaims.

Nothing breaks, nothing mends. Everything is whole exactly as it is.

“You are worth time and immortality,” she dares. And at this, everything disappears.

She wracks her body this way and that, wanting to see every direction at once. Is it true, the nothingness? What does it mean? “What…is…it…worth?” she utters slowly as her face cracks the smile of consciousness.

© H. Hennenburg, 26 April 2019

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Untouched

Posted on 2 October 20195 October 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Public Domain Archive illustrating poem titled Untouched by H. Hennenburg
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Untouched

I am held in harbour
Stationed in my moorings
Bathed by the sun
Cradled in moonlight
I am untouched by your storm
If there even really is a you

© H. Hennenburg, 27 September 2019

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Ovation

Posted on 14 September 201928 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Painting title Music Magic by Mary DeLave illustrating poem titled Ovation by H. Hennenburg
Music Magic by Mary DeLave

This painting has remained a powerful and ever-fresh source of inspiration since I bought a print of it nine years ago. That is the magic of Mary DeLave Art.

When I look at any piece of Mary’s work, the words “mystery” and “primal” leap to mind. It conjures up from within me something ancient and instinctive; something fundamental and pervasive. What is it about these paintings that is so deeply and endlessly compelling?

Is it the vibrancy of her colours, paired in such a way as to ignite themselves and each other? Maybe it’s the celebration of music, a most powerful force unseen but universally understood. Perhaps it’s the frequent presence of animals in Mary’s work, or the many wide, unwavering eyes shared by all her species that convey an intimate interconnectedness of life.

Maybe it’s the way – if you look at a DeLave painting long enough – a face you hadn’t noticed at first will often emerge, sometimes seeming part of the more obvious faces…are we separate or are we one? And perhaps there is a faint suggestion of spirits in what looks like invisible profiles kissing cheeks.

I could go on and on. Gazing at Mary DeLave’s artwork feels like an infinite process of discovery of self, of the nature of life and of something beyond. Do yourself a favour and head over to Mary’s site and feast your eyes on some gifts that just won’t stop giving!

Ovation

Will you dance if I play?
Will you sing if the music knows you?
Kiss my cheek and loose yourself to the wind?
All that is promised, my friend
Is the golden rooted hum in the lumber of my guitar
And the spirit of trees weeping Spanish Moss
Echoing their deep bass on the oaky breeze
Tickling our palate for lust for life
Only this raises the palms of the dead skyward for more

Will you dance if I play?
Will you stomp the earth into resonating vibration
So that the whole world may sing
All dressed in a dream
With spiraling notions relieving the seams
This is what we came here for
Something ancient and primal
With our skin stretched across the depths
Like a drum

Will you dance if I play?
Will you spin into arms and out again?
Will you rise with a melodious eye
And spy on the whole of existence?
Its steel strung heart of persistence
Voicing the chant of sublime being
Will you dance the transcendent carnality
Into harmonious crescendo
And raise the light into ovation?

© H. Hennenburg, 5 August 2019

Thank you, Mary DeLave, for granting permission for me to share an image of Music Magic, your painting that inspired this poem!

Joyfully linking to Poets United.

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Empires Of Joy

Posted on 22 August 201929 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by ChadoNihi illustrating poem titled Empires Of Joy by H. Hennenburg.
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With increasing frequency, I see around me a new and different kind of human. Most often they are young people, though not always. They have a wisdom and emotional intelligence, I would say beyond their years, but truthfully it is beyond what has ever been typical in humans at any age. They speak a language of acceptance and inclusion that is unprecedented and embody a depth of compassion that is eye-opening. They are acutely aware of what happens in the world and they act in hope. This too sets them apart – they see, they take action. And I have very often seen them respond to resistance and misunderstanding with openness, patience and kindness while remaining steadfast to principles of common good.

This is more than the optimism of youth. Their wisdom and depth of understanding at astoundingly early ages is at odds with long-accepted psychological theories of human developmental stages. I have come to affectionately refer to them as the new evolution of human, and I believe, as they step forward, more and more of us remember who we are and the power we hold in our innate love.

So FEAR, wherever you act in the world – whether through violent animosity, complacency, psychological paralysis, spiritual imprisonment or exile – you have been put on notice. We are led by a new evolution of human and we are taking back the human race!

Dedicated to my friends at YVR Pop Choir.

Empires Of Joy

Look across the land and sea
A new day is dawning
There are hearts in the horizon
Sizzling hope crazed with consciousness

Turn around if you fear,
The light will come for you anyway
Embracing all you ever were or have done
You are the chosen one

With all your fits and frustrations
Ramblings and riotous furies
You, with the storm front of worries
And the long line of casualties in your wake

This is the moment of your redemption – your chrysalis
The power of all your might
Will not call back the eventide
See the crystal spark of all you become
Rise into the blinding light

You are more than the caged experience of sight
Blissful, billowing sacrifice of want
Exchanged for gratitude
Great engulfing wave exuding
Empires of joy

© H. Hennenburg, 13 August 2019

Joyfully linking to dVerse Poets Pub‘s Open Link Night

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