Feminine Rose. By Jane E Libeau

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/409524

Re visiting my blog I realise I have neglected it for some time now. So now i am back i will be publishing some of my poems and thoughts here.

About time I feel. I have published my childrens' stories and a play as well as a book of poems on Smashwords..

Feel free to go look and buy…

Courtyards of a Sane Mind by Jane E Libeau @BeingJane at#smashwords https://t.co/O5LTWgD3zs

Enjoy!

The Tree

There is a tree that stands in the valley

And its branches sway in a gentle breeze

It takes in the warmth of the sun light

Its silent sighs, if audible would please.

Her feet caress the moist, dark soil 

Her toes spread wide and deep

She stretches to the awakens of spring time

After a long recuperative sleep.

She dresses her self in fine green leaves

And birds have adorned her with their nests

Leaves have decayed around her base

To reveal her own saplings doing their best.

In this ritual she has always participated

And she now does it alone

She is the last tree in that valley

The rest were taken from this home.

She stands beside trickling water

And weeps on this fine spring day

And laments over the memory of her sisters

Who were brutally taken away.

Across the stream, along the bank

She hears a soft and silent cry

The words of the her sisters saplings call

“We are your sisters children, we live and will not die”.

She raises her limbs in the soft spring breeze

As if to give praise to the sun 

And whispers words to her family

“Life continues and life has begun”.

There is a tree that stands in the valley

And her branches sway in a gentle breeze

She watches over the growing saplings

Their silent sighs, are audible and please.

A Thought For Today

The sun has set on another year and the dawning of a different energy has begun.

To You

‘I swoon to the words of a lover, marvel at the entangle dance of love. I whisper the promises through the words I write’.

Jane E Libeau

Goldie-Locks and the Three Trials of Communication.

When I think about communication and finding the quality that I want to exude, I think of the Goldie Locks story. Not necessarily the traditional Goldie-Locks and the three bears story we all know and love, however to me Goldie-Locks portrays the seeker of knowledge, how she searches for what is just right and how she wants to find her way to communicate.

Goldie-Locks wanders the forest of ‘herself’ until she comes to the house of her inner self. Her curiosity to what is inside draws her to open the door and enter.

Once inside Goldie-Locks finds upon a table three bowls of porridge. She samples the first bowl of porridge and it burns her lips, she samples the second bowl of porridge and it is cold. Reluctantly Goldie-Locks samples the third bowl of porridge and to her surprise it is just right.

The tasting of the three bowls of porridge reflect how Goldie-Locks wants to generate her communication. With tasting the third bowl she becomes aware that she will communicate with a warm and nourishing voice.

Goldie-Locks then peruses the room and sees three chairs. She sits on the first chair and finds it hard and rigid. She sits upon the second chair and sinks deeply as she folds into it. Then sitting upon the third chair she finds it comfortable, supporting and relaxing.

How she feels in the third chair represents her desired body language.

Goldie-Locks sits in the chair for a moment longer and ponders her new discovery of her self.

It wasn’t long before Goldie–Locks espies three beds. Of course it was time to test their qualities.

The first bed by the open window was too large, too hard and too exposed. The second bed under the eave was too soft and too sheltered. In the centre of the room was the third bed. Goldie-Locks wandered toward the bed, easily got upon it and relaxed with its natural covers enveloping her and sides slightly raised gave a feeling of comfortable containment. Goldie-Locks lay in the bed that represented her social boundaries and consciousness of conversational intent.

And time went by.

The three bears came home to see that their porridge has been nibbled at and that one bowl is all gone. Their chairs have been sat in and now there is someone lying in the little bear’s bed.

As they approach the bed Goldie Locks rises and smiles at the two larger bears then turns to the little bear. She looks into his left eye and says.

I entered this house and I did found

Three bowls of porridge up off the ground

I chose the one that was right for me

Now I generate my voice to thee

The warm nurturing bowl, sweet and true

Generates how I speak to you.

I sat on the chairs, and found that one

Supported my self and my new voice I have found.

From there I picked this bed of three

Is where I found you, and you hear me.

I speak to you from my true voice

I had three of three to make my choice

So,

I chose from which cot

To make MY bed

So now I say what I mean

And mean what I said.

With that Goldie Locks and the little bear

Saw the mirror of self

Of self aware

From her belly of knowledge she could generate

The power of truth and intention

From a sleepless state.

Both understood

What she came here for

They embraced for a moment

Then Goldie Locks walked out the door.

By

Jane E Libeau