November Dance

she dances with ease,
upon the leaves-
of November,
finding her colors-
blend into earth-
she dances as she pleases,
without caring who
sees her,
she follows the steps-
and makes them her-
own.
twirling with the winds,
of change-
grateful for,
the song she sang,
just a melody-
to coax her steps,
moving to the shifts,
that haven’t happen-
yet,
but she is ready to dance-
to the season of her heart-
drum beating-
rhythm seeking,
ready to take part-
in the soul dance,
of her life. 
Heart's Calling
By Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Journey

though my weary,

tries to consume me-

I let what empowers me,

come to bring lightness-

to my movement,

I do not lay down,

upon my broken path-

as it mends and blends,

with the earth leaves-

that carpet the layers,

of my treading-

they fall and fold,

into crimson and orange-

kissing yellow to brown,

I reach into the winds-

that carry them,

letting my thoughts-

rise with them,

from my tired sky inside-

I come pressing foot,

onto the continuing-

journey of me,

movement comes to awaken me-

from my hesitation.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Fall

"What About Me"

There's a little boy waitin' at the counter of the corner shop
He's been waitin' down there
Waiting half the day
We never ever see him from the top
He gets pushed around
Knocked to the ground
But he gets to his feet and he says...

What about me
It isn't fair
I've had enough now I wasnt my share
Can't you see
I wanna live
But you just take more then you give

There's a pretty girl standing at the counter of the corner shop

She's been waitin' back there
Waitin' for her dreams
Her dreams walk in and I begged 'em to stop
Well she's not too proud
To cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams:

What about me
It isn't fair
I've had enough now I wasn't my share
Can't you see
I wanna live
But you just take more then you give

So take a step back and see the little people
They may be young
But they're the ones who make the big people big
So listen
As they whisper
What about me

Now I'm standing on the corner all the world's gone home
Nobody's changed
Nobody's been saved
And I'm feeling cold and alone
I guess I'm lucky
I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish for more
Then I go...

What about me
It isn't fair
I've had enough now I wasn't my share
Can't you see
I wanna live
But you just take more what about me
It isn't fair
I've had enough now I want my share
Can't you see
I wanna live
But you just take more
You just take more
You just take more then you give

What about me
What about me
What about me

SHAYNE WARD

Movement

movement of soul,
it rises-
to gentle motion,
in silent waking-
the movement,
of my breath-
follows,
my heart’s rhythm-
flowing through my veins.
movement of my mind,
consciousness opening-
movement seeking,
breaking through-
barriers that exist,
the mindful dance-
to be free.
movement of my body,
arms raised-
in swirling adoration,
step on earth-
that nourishes,
my path.
I dance to,
my movement-
I become one,
with the motion-
of all of me.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Take Refuge in Silence

All sound arises out of Silence
and dissolves into Silence.
All thought arises out of Silence
and dissolves into Silence.
The universe arises out of Silence
and dissolves into Silence.
Suffering arises out of Silence
and dissolves into Silence.
The unbounded spaciousness of Silence,
filled with the clear light of Awareness,
dissolves the roots of pain and sorrow.
Take refuge in Silence and know
unshakable joy.
~
by Kalidas (Lawrence Edwards)

Crimson

I hold your bending stem,
crimson red you are-
as I hold you steady,
above what I hold-
so deep within me.
red as my heart,
that cracks open wide-
the rage,
the fear,
the tears,
that holds no promise,
to what was.
I see the veins,
of a once pulsing life-
of when you once lived,
your colors flushing-
into brilliance,
against the cool gray sky.
you curl slightly inward,
towards your dying breath-
I hesitate a moment,
for your beauty-
for a life that once,
belonged to me.
I release it now,
glancing down in the depth-
of the void of unknowing,
I let you go,
as you fall-
into the emptiness,
yes, what was once-
so vibrant and new,
death now becomes you-
but life for me,
will begin again.

Heart's Calling
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Space

I gently cradle,
the space between-
my soul and emotions,
the balance between-
dark and light,
that layers me with-
peace and grace,
I see the beginning's edge-
cut through the dark,
intentions now spoken-
from the depths of me,
New Moon holds this space-
where dark meets light,
on this unfolding night-
what balances the scales,
what takes what howls deep-
and brings it to song,
reaching the bravery of me-
that comes with the conscious step,
allowing it to fall from me-
the heaviness of being,
what no longer belongs here-
let me nestle against the heart,
of the New Moon-
take the space between my breaths,
as sighs,
as prayers,
as thoughts to opening-
allowing love to cover all,
the empty and crying spaces,
bringing release and clarity-
to the becoming of me.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg (C)

Push Through

when I want to hold,
myself deep-
hide from the world’s,
rising over me-
I push through…

I push through,
the entanglement of-
wants and needs,
interweaving thorns and weeds-
life will hold,
the worse and the best of it-
I push through…

I push through,
the ache-
the muck,
the breaking it back-
as it falls from me,
behind me-
leaving dust,
pushing through the fire-
that licks my feet,
of me treading through-
emerging and flying,
pass the pushing through...

I push through,
the quiet and still-
the noise engulfing me,
I claim the breath-
that keeps me at ease,
to my surrendering peace-
I push through.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

The Gift

The gift in its giving,
its opening,
receiving,
holds the moment of gathering-
precious mementos,
all in neat little boxes-
I grasp to hold such,
gifts close to me-
but what is given,
can easily be lost or taken away-
the gifts I seek,
unlocks what is inside-
between the deep of me,
I no longer hold what-
the world gives and takes,
what comes to me-
is released to the ashes,
of my memories-
what I cling to more,
than what is tangible or solid-
wrapped with red ribbons,
at Christmas time-
what surpasses time,
and the seasons turning-
held in the gift,
of infinite love-
gift of all gifts,
that rises in my heart-
of my ready living.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Thank You

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
~ Shauna Niequist,