Hi Jamie, how beautifully stunning, blending every dimension of our expansiveness, our being - an enticement of wonder and feeling into portals of our essence, the cosmos. Sensual and evocative - l feel the droning hum of wings. May the whispering winds of spring brush your cheeks soon. Thank you for sharing your writing. 🙏😊💜
Thank you so much Simone. It’s definitely a sensual collision of grace. An expansion of being. An awareness of being. Thank you for your kind words, and I definitely am feeling the first stirrings of spring. 🙏❤️
Wonderful! And uncanny!! So much resonance with the next wordcast urging to be written ~ to be published in two days time ~ connecting with your post through the gravity of spacetime. The collision of place and space. The pulse of the stars. The sound of the moon and of wings unfolding.
And not just poetry, Jamie, prose too can write our story through the words it drops into our heads, demanding to be tapped out at our fingertips.
Thank you for your magic in the mystery of poiesis through spacetime 💙 🙏 🪄✨ 🌕
Thanks Veronika! Something is definitely writing through us to become those words. Poiesis. It’s still a feeling that it is something that is beyond language. Your beautiful posts help to uncover that collision of place and space. Wings unfolding. Maybe it’s consciousness seeping through. Thanks for your kind words. 🙏❤️
Oh my god, Jamie this is so powerful! Your prose complements your poetry so well and it is such a joy to take it all in! I love how you captured the wildness of the soul and I teared up reading your intro about how poetry is not about language! YES to that! Thanks for sharing your words and being a gift! ❤️
Thanks Sadhbh! Wildness of soul. Wrinkles unfolding as wings. Bringhurst also said that poetry exists because of the failure of language. I resonate with that. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Your poetry is like a warm embrace, a soothing, delicious, and nourishing feast for the soul— that let the light in. Every time I read your words, you open a door to new worlds, and I love stepping into the beauty you create.
Today, as I was composing a short post about how art—creating whatever calls to us—is an emotional regulator, I kept thinking about how we soothe ourselves by making art and how we expand, filling up with the love and light others pour into our hearts. Your posts always send warmth rushing through my veins, making me slow down and sit with your words. I simply adore how, in just a few words, you create an entire inner landscape. You inspire me!
Thank you for sharing your world, Jamie, please keep writing! 🌕
Thank you Katerina! You make me smile. I agree so much. Art is an emotional regulator. For me it is poetry. It could be painting, drawing, singing, cooking, any kind of creating that allows a collision with something beyond our self. That sensual space where time disappears. Wings unfold. We become one with a force, or a flow, an energy, an apparition, a consciousness that moves through us to at the same time become us. In that space between we maybe catch a glimpse of soul. Beyond the senses.
In that place. We become the wings?
Blessings. Thank you for creating your art! You inspire me! 🙏❤️
Veronika is right ahead of me this morning quoting 'the living pulse of stars.
I have taken some time to take Yeats off the shelf again and read 'The Wild Swans at Coole'... "Their hearts have not grown old", and other verse.
This was quite some year for Yeats, 1919. He was to write more later; perhaps his most famous poem, as you know has that title. Lines spring to mind... "Now days are dragon-ridden..." and "The Swan has leapt into the desolate heaven/That image can bring a wildness, a rage/ To end all things...." The poet contemplates "Their purpose in the labyrinth of the wind..."
Fortune and fate play ducks and drakes on the gleaming water, but like the grey gull in another Yeats' story we 'are balanced on the air', this moment of the world.
Thanks Phillip! You always write a poem here. Yeats was able to tap into something beyond. Was that the wild west of Ireland? The spirit of the wind? A dragon? There’s something about place that opens different doors inside. Bless you and thank you. 🙏❤️
Yes, time and place and dreams, "wildness stirred...clean and sweet... rock bred, sea-borne'". Then, it has to be said, the years' nightmares trouble his door like history.
I totally resonate with the antenna concept Jacqueline! Sometimes if I’m lucky, I can catch a poem by the tail on its way through. I’m sure song writing is the same. I’m grateful to be in that space. Poeisis. Thank you so much for being here. 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, how beautifully stunning, blending every dimension of our expansiveness, our being - an enticement of wonder and feeling into portals of our essence, the cosmos. Sensual and evocative - l feel the droning hum of wings. May the whispering winds of spring brush your cheeks soon. Thank you for sharing your writing. 🙏😊💜
Thank you so much Simone. It’s definitely a sensual collision of grace. An expansion of being. An awareness of being. Thank you for your kind words, and I definitely am feeling the first stirrings of spring. 🙏❤️
Wonderful! And uncanny!! So much resonance with the next wordcast urging to be written ~ to be published in two days time ~ connecting with your post through the gravity of spacetime. The collision of place and space. The pulse of the stars. The sound of the moon and of wings unfolding.
And not just poetry, Jamie, prose too can write our story through the words it drops into our heads, demanding to be tapped out at our fingertips.
Thank you for your magic in the mystery of poiesis through spacetime 💙 🙏 🪄✨ 🌕
Thanks Veronika! Something is definitely writing through us to become those words. Poiesis. It’s still a feeling that it is something that is beyond language. Your beautiful posts help to uncover that collision of place and space. Wings unfolding. Maybe it’s consciousness seeping through. Thanks for your kind words. 🙏❤️
songs are the same!! "demanding to be played out and heard"!
Oh my god, Jamie this is so powerful! Your prose complements your poetry so well and it is such a joy to take it all in! I love how you captured the wildness of the soul and I teared up reading your intro about how poetry is not about language! YES to that! Thanks for sharing your words and being a gift! ❤️
Thanks Sadhbh! Wildness of soul. Wrinkles unfolding as wings. Bringhurst also said that poetry exists because of the failure of language. I resonate with that. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Your poetry is like a warm embrace, a soothing, delicious, and nourishing feast for the soul— that let the light in. Every time I read your words, you open a door to new worlds, and I love stepping into the beauty you create.
Today, as I was composing a short post about how art—creating whatever calls to us—is an emotional regulator, I kept thinking about how we soothe ourselves by making art and how we expand, filling up with the love and light others pour into our hearts. Your posts always send warmth rushing through my veins, making me slow down and sit with your words. I simply adore how, in just a few words, you create an entire inner landscape. You inspire me!
Thank you for sharing your world, Jamie, please keep writing! 🌕
Thank you Katerina! You make me smile. I agree so much. Art is an emotional regulator. For me it is poetry. It could be painting, drawing, singing, cooking, any kind of creating that allows a collision with something beyond our self. That sensual space where time disappears. Wings unfold. We become one with a force, or a flow, an energy, an apparition, a consciousness that moves through us to at the same time become us. In that space between we maybe catch a glimpse of soul. Beyond the senses.
In that place. We become the wings?
Blessings. Thank you for creating your art! You inspire me! 🙏❤️
When I read this it hit me like a thousand colours. Such a beautiful poem, thank you so much for sharing it ♥️
Thanks Eli! Very kind of you to reach out 🙏❤️
Veronika is right ahead of me this morning quoting 'the living pulse of stars.
I have taken some time to take Yeats off the shelf again and read 'The Wild Swans at Coole'... "Their hearts have not grown old", and other verse.
This was quite some year for Yeats, 1919. He was to write more later; perhaps his most famous poem, as you know has that title. Lines spring to mind... "Now days are dragon-ridden..." and "The Swan has leapt into the desolate heaven/That image can bring a wildness, a rage/ To end all things...." The poet contemplates "Their purpose in the labyrinth of the wind..."
Fortune and fate play ducks and drakes on the gleaming water, but like the grey gull in another Yeats' story we 'are balanced on the air', this moment of the world.
May the co-ordinates of space-time be with you.😊👍
Thanks Phillip! You always write a poem here. Yeats was able to tap into something beyond. Was that the wild west of Ireland? The spirit of the wind? A dragon? There’s something about place that opens different doors inside. Bless you and thank you. 🙏❤️
Yes, time and place and dreams, "wildness stirred...clean and sweet... rock bred, sea-borne'". Then, it has to be said, the years' nightmares trouble his door like history.
Blessings to all.
Just wow!
Thanks Muriel! I appreciate your reaching out. I’m starting to hear Spring whisper underneath this Ontario ice. Feels like the 1970’s kind of snow.
Such beautiful and nourishing words. I appreciate your gift, Jamie. Thank you for continuing to show up and offer it to us.
Thanks Kevin! I appreciate the kind words and for you reaching out. Thanks so much for the re-post/ share 🙏❤️
My heart beat sped up while reading, while listening, while remembering. Thank you.
Wow thank you Nicole! I appreciate the kind words and for you reaching out, and remembering. Blessings. 🙏❤️
Thanks https://geraldinehughes1.substack.com for the restack! 🙏❤️
Wonderful, as always, Jamie.
I do believe the aether contains all, and our brains/bodies are the antenna tapping in, or not! LOL.
You are a great listener and conduit for what is eternal, for what wants to be perceived and shared.
I totally resonate with the antenna concept Jacqueline! Sometimes if I’m lucky, I can catch a poem by the tail on its way through. I’m sure song writing is the same. I’m grateful to be in that space. Poeisis. Thank you so much for being here. 🙏❤️
"Fire breathing wings beating hard
into the living pulse of the stars.
Carrying the wind
to collide into a moment
that melts away the world."
This.
Gives me goosebumps.
Love your work Jamie! xx❤️
Thanks Jo! Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
This is so freaking gorgeous!!!! WOW! I am In Awe. I wish I were a composer - I'd put the words to song. And sing them!
Thank you so much Jeni! 🙏❤️
Sublime! Those last two lines of your poem...mmm!! Thanks for sharing. XO
Thanks Danielle! Skin and stars. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
a great piece, Jamie. and that quote by Bringhurst...beautiful!
Thanks Sam! Yes Bringhurst- Everywhere Being is Dancing Book- Essays. Brilliant! 🙏❤️
thank you for the reference! i’ll grab the book
The first book of his essays is The Tree of Meaning- it’s almost a precursor and one great read!
This is cosmic and transcendent writing, Jamie. It arrived at a great time for me. Thank you 💜🌌
Thanks Caroline! Sending love and light your way. 🙏❤️