she forgot the sun
she forgot the sun
they all thought she was wilder
in the presence of wonder
unattainable .
he recites poems
running up and down hills
a blazing thunderbolt
outshouting the surf
sensational .
she forgot the other ones
they cannot hide
they are around the epicenter
a lever used to move the world
confrontational .
he is the hunter
catching light in his net
he is the Christ message
cosmic cathedrals
inspirational .
the lemur , I’m about to loose my mind
sharing common ancestry
sunworshipping , taboos revered
humanities song book
untraceable .
they see a second sun
a light around the equator
as the ring around Saturn
a diamond on her delicate finger
unmistakable .
she forgot the sun
she forgot the sun
he thinks of poems
everything real in its aromatic
reeking glory , the presence of her wonder
rotational , gravitational , insatiable .
life was staggeringly unpredictable
his map took her breath away
fate was swift , the verging sea
her skin could blindside anyone
wild in its sacred scent
the sun falls .
Credits : third photo of young man by David Talley Photography … all others from Pinterest
megdekorne 
Wondrous and an enigma to me, i just float on the beautiful language and imagery of love. My love to you, dear Meg!
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Such a lovely sentiment dear Ellen … thank you for being here with me with your beautiful love …hugs ( I hope you really feel them today ) and always love , megxxx
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Hey I wasn’t expecting a blog post from you so soon. Wonderful piece.
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How kind of you sweet Noelle , thank you …I was wondering if I could please use some of your recent photos of spring blooming in one of my future poems … They are stunning in their beauty ! Hugs , megxxx
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Fabulous, Meg. Have missed you here. 💕 Van
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Thank you so much Van … Your support truly matters to me …love and hugs , megxxx
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what a ride! what a surprise to find you, too. 😉
welcome back. ~m
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Life is , isn’t it , such a glorious ride for sure ! Thank you dear Meredith and for your sweet ” welcome back ” ….love , megxxx
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Your writing slows me down, Meg, and invites awareness of a deeper level of breathing that carries upon it the first. All the meetings you arrange take place outside of time, which makes them even more delicate and human in their unfolding than one expects. The collage of words, images, and colors remind me how profusely Love has enfolded itself into the world, and I thank you for that…
Love-
Michael
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My dear friend … I’m truly grateful that love unfolding sings to all of us and that you heard it thru ” Song Book ” …I love your presence here , so much !
Love , megxxx
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Great words 🙂
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Lovely Leyla , thank you ! Hugs , megxxx
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A doe never grows old, only wiser and wilder. I love these journeys into the enchanting forest of your mind, Meg.
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Julie … Our journeys connections ( yours and mine ) are weavings of delight and mystery for me … I sense you behind that pine tree , with doe eyes bright … Thank you deer friend ! Love , megxxx
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Meg, “Song Book” is absolutely stunning, the presentation, perfection. Your words have such a dreamlike quality to them, so magical, “catching light in his net”. The images that you are able to create, superb! Thank you for sharing such a lovely creation.
Much love,
Pippa
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Pippa , you’re so kind and generous and your comment so dear … Thank you for sharing your loving spirit … it matters ! Love and hugs , megxxx
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Meg I read your poem three times, savouring the words linking them with the photo’s and you took me upon a journey.. he is the hunter catching light in his net he is the Christ message cosmic cathedrals inspirational .
INSPIRATIONAL!!!! Meg.. xxx ❤
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Your feeling and thought brings me much joy , dear Sue ! Thank you so much for being so alive and aware of Love ( it’s all around us , isn’t it ? ) love and hugs wonderful friend ! megxxx
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It is in everything if one ‘feels’ it and takes the time to ‘Look’… I loved reading and residing within the energy you created within your words Meg.. a true Gift you have with your creative sound! 🙂 ❤
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I love the way you use words, Meg, and this poem is such a fine example of that! And I am a huge Natalie Merchant fan, so your choice of song was particularly apt too… 😀
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Hi Tony …thank you so much , especially for being here and I love it that you enjoyed the video too ( I’m really glad I chose it …it must be meant especially for you ) … love , megxxx
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Dear Meg!…. I love the poetic delivery here… So mesmerizing and mystical…
I love the She character… For she becomes wilder and unattainable, in the presence of wonder
[a blazing thunderbolt]… The possible encounter between he and she would be an unique event for sure.
Thanks for sharing. I hope you have a wonderful sunday and week ahead. Aquileana 🍒 🍒
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Aquileana …I’m humbled by your presence here with your kind generous heart ..thank you and I must tell you that I often go back to your mystical blog and am inspired by the mythology you write so beautifully of and for showing me that it all exists in the spiritual realm and helps me understand and accept the wildness in each others lives as it is now …love and hugs , megxxx
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It’s awesome… Meg… I lost all my words.
I just love you. You’re a miracle.
Your Tia
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Oh lovely Tia …thank you …but you’re the miracle ! I love you back and your light touched me today with so much warmth …love and hugs , megxxx
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I love you, Meg… Just wanted to let you know ❤
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Beautiful poem Meg! Something about your poetry is so transcendent, so beautiful…
These lines,
“he is the hunter
catching light in his net
he is the Christ message
cosmic cathedrals
inspirational .”
and the photo below them, made me think of this poem I wrote once, and the Orion Hunter Constellation, and the 7 Sisters star-cluster, known as the Pleiades, that mythology says Orion pursued:
“An ax that daily grinds, the nose to the stone
Cut off to spite my face, to throw off the trace
Seeing pink elephants, spiders, some snakes
The latter of these fled, I escaped the wolves
Out of education books, no eyes’d ever spied
Only read instinctively, doggedly til dogeared
I turned a corner in life, into this Timberwolf’s
Hunting huntress love, to raise up some pups”
Job 9:9-12 was an inspiration,
“9 who made the Bear and Orion,
the Pleiades and the chambers of the south;
10 who does great things beyond searching out,
and marvelous things beyond number.
11 Behold, he passes by me, and I see him not;
he moves on, but I do not perceive him.
12 Behold, he snatches away; who can turn him back?
Who will say to him, ‘What are you doing?’”
…in connection with 2 Peter 1:3-4,
“3 His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, 4 by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire.”
Anyways, great post my friend! Take Luck!
Ry
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Wow Ry ! …the biblical passages you share make my heart stop …You always enrich in such a powerful way and I remain so very grateful to know you …thank you for adding the videos which I have never seen and giving such depth to my own post …and Ry , dear Ry , thank you for the highest compliment you could give me , ” transcendent ” …as i now have the opportunity to give glory and gratefulness to the Divine for his gift of poetry .
In praise of Divine Love for all of us , love megxxx
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Beautiful
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So beautiful, Meg 🙂 And that brides photo is incredible too.
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Your site is amazing. Thank you for the song, thoughts and the beautiful artwork. You are my muse for thoughts today.
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