Plant poems

Every other Sunday I lead Chi Gung and Plant Sensing classes over zoom. At the end of each class, we go off and have a conversation with a plant, then we reconvene and share the wisdom offered by our friends. The plants tend to speak to me in poetry.

Orchids 

We are part of a field 

of beauty.

Everyone is part 

of various fields

We strengthen our emanations

when we are together

Connected.

What you hold in your heart

is your strongest place of connecting.

Through beauty 

we have the power to uplift.

Each blossom

A morsel of joy!

Tune into your beauty.

YOU also have this power.

Message from Mama Magnolia

Community

is most important.

This network of the earth

the Gaia frequency

is growing stronger.

Yes there are many obstacles

but they are like the parasites -

The multitude of micro-organisms 

we are all carrying.

They are parts of us 

expanding our capacity

for compassion.

Brugamansia

(Angel’s Trumpet)

I am not 

in the cycle 

of my beautiful flowers 

now

I am scrappy 

and sprouting.

I am sprouting 

green and wilting yellow.

Coming and going 

all at the same time.

Life is this way.

I am a sentry.

Tenaciously holding my place 

as a house guardian.

Through frost and sun 

I am here.

If you bring me oyster shell 

and 6 copper pennies,

I wilI blossom 

and my intoxicating flowers 

will beckon you into the dreams 

of the Angels.

Kumara Plicitilis

Clarity in direction.

Keep reaching 

to the heavens 

As you stay rooted 

on the earth.

And keep expanding.

Rooting into the earth 

as much as you reach 

toward the heavens.

Always a balance.

Create Beauty 

symmetry, elegance!

And don’t forget 

to flower...

White Sage

I am here

To clear

Your senses

Vibrant purple blue

Of my flowers

To clear your eyes

Soft leather of my leaves

To dance gentleness 

into your fingertips

My flavor

To sparkle 

your taste buds

My fragrance

To penetrate.. 

Deeply, clearing 

The farthest corners of 

Your lungs

My smoke

Moves into every cell

Of your house

Purifying, cleansing.

Eat me!

Use me!

Burn me!

I am here 

to nurture

Vitality!

Foxgloves

These deep trumpets

Of listening

Space for tongues 

to taste

Noses 

to smell

There is always this exchange.

The giving and receiving

Receiving and perceiving

The earth and heavens 

Breathing 

through us

All.

Love and curiosity

Are magical partners

Sing me!

Nettles

My stings bring you

Into the present

The place of deepest nourishment

Where beauty cascades

Circulation expanding

deepening

through moment 

after moment

A trickster, I dance and twirl 

my flowers how they whorl

each seed a pearl..

Please celebrate life with me!

Drink my tea

Crunch my seeds

Let yourself be stung

And brought back

Into Aliveness