Journey to Your Deepest Self

Oh, Here

by Kathleen MacGregor Walking out into the morning This morning The clouds were splashed across the sky Like balled up socks Scattered on the Bedroom floor And glowing and I remembered Loving Sprirt I met the day before and Every moment he has been with me Unrecognized and Unknown And his waiting was still But Sobbing with his desire to love To love He wants to love I never knew he had any desire I only saw him floating Before Above the ground and faintly Barely even there But that was me That was me too So where in me Is this being This Loving Spirit It’s bigger than I thought How much there is to cop to To own Finally to love And I heard his wedding vow I want to dance with you I want to march with you I want to drown in your love Oh, here he is Now Coming down My...

Rain on the Mountain

by Kathleen MacGregor That day, it was raining on the mountain. Dragons flew between wisps of vaporous exhalations. The earth breathing deeply in her sleep, my face wet with rain, I phoned him to say I wouldn’t be home. I was on the mountain in the rain. My wildness had been touched like a spark touching autumn grass. I was alight. I was the most myself I’d ever felt. Now you come into my dreams, like last night, Sweetly pressing your tear to my cheek. Your breath whispering, melting. And then you’re gone. And I realize it is I who has left myself behind, waiting for the joyous kiss, that says I will stay. I...

Let Me Tell You of My Loves

by Kathleen MacGregor Let me tell you of my loves. I love rain. Rain on streets and sidewalks splashing. Rain in the woods, Soaking in. Rain shocking bare skin In a garden. At night. In winter. Bare feet. I love the symphony of rain And the whisper. ~ I love the golden dried grass Of California. When I’ve been away, The sweet grainy smell breezing down From the mountain, Brings tears to my eyes. I don’t even know why. But I let them come. ~ I love fingers in my hair Braiding and brushing And how our voices Sound like purring When we’re talking there. ~ I love spicy Autumn, Sharp and russet, Smokey and thickly sweet. Sharp, goodbying light. ~ I love dancing When the music finally deafens me To the voices in my head. And I watch my hot feet Pounding down the cool, green grass And love blossoms like a flower From the crowd Growing to the sky and rooting us To the earth. ~ I love the sleepy sound Of children’s voices in the morning In their room. Early, orange sun Glowing through the windows Which watch them Like loving parent’s eyes. ~ I love the oceanside Waking up my senses with salt and wind Rousing the aching desire To reach further, deeper To create. Seagulls staring unabashedly, Determinedly, at my lunch. ~ I love your hand Alighting upon my waist When I’m washing dishes Sending chills up my spine And melting the tension of separation. ~ There is another love of mine I can’t name. It’s the one Secret love, shared Hidden, everywhere. Fox knows. She smiled At me this morning On the path Behind all the houses and their Backyard fences. Even behind the orchards. Fox...

Residual

by Kathleen MacGregor Do you know the brutally honest liar? The faithfully cheating one? She’s falsely true. Go to sleep and wake...

A Regret

by Kathleen MacGregor If I had it to do over, I would have turned to you With my full face. I would have spoken. I! I  am the woman of this house! You are swallowing the nourishment From my body, my work. My hands my Love. You will either pay respect or Get out! Brimming with Her fire- full, fearful rage I would have seen you tremble. I would have seen you pared down To naked fear and insecurity. The same that carried you here. The same you so desperately denied. And, that, I might have loved. O! But that fire did not reach me. I who am speaking now. Was not mine to send, In that moment. Mmmm! The grief of having held the fire, snuffed the fire Just because I knew there was another, deeper story. I knew there was more going on Than seemed on the top. I knew of another message you brought. A message provided To one who could be discredited. For I must have been on a pedestal To be so toppled after all… But how that fire inside does burn! Aching to stretch blinding arms skyward And everyway to be seen and heard! To burn for every woman who has ever burned and Been burned. O! She is burning! She is burning now! And you Are nothing but...
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