Wonderment

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

To wonder is to

surrender to the questions

that will not let you be

what you are not,

It is to put your throat to the cosmos

admitting your vulnerability

in the painted face of uncertainty,

It is to be curious about all

of those things that could destroy you,

or love you,

or do one and then the other.

What if I forgot, just for an instant,

what is real and what is not?

I wonder, in the end,

if it would matter at all.

© 2013-2018/Jamie K. Reaser

From 'Wonderment: New and Selected Poems' (a work in progress)

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The Magic of the Season

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

If you are to learn something of this day,

learn about magic:

how it is real,

and the explanation for everything

that matters most.

I’ve seen it,

and felt it,

and lived it in dreams too grand

to live out in a single life.

And I am all the better for it.

You too are like the star whose entire

reason for being is to

point the way

to the human heart.

© 2013-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Winter: Reflections by Snowlight"

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Afternoon Moon

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes she rises in the afternoon

and hangs there in the blue palette sky,

her texture and curves well defined.

Which of you has forsaken the night?

She has come for you.

She is the jilted lover

who is prepared to befriend your fears.

© 2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Our Friendship

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

What can I offer in reciprocity

but the spaciousness of

the “thank you”

that almost certainly

connects us in a million

different unifying ways.

The chord that was never

cut from my belly button

is the one that binds our

souls in a sweet firmament.

Friendship –

It is what births the

humanity in all of us.

Every time we come

full circle around the Sun,

We must ask ourselves,

Am I yet born into the

family of all beings?

© 2011-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press

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The Invitation

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I find myself wondering if it’s just not being heard.

These things happen every day.

Recently, for me, it’s come in the form

of a little red screech owl:

In the afternoon, when the

sun gives just enough warmth to

mask November’s chill,

I arrive…

having hiked to the mountain top

…like a parishioner standing

below a pulpit, looking upward

for something that I don’t yet know

how to fully believe in,

And he sits there snugged in the three-quarter hollow,

eyes closed, feathers fluffed,

some lifting and twisting at the edges

when the wind’s fingers pass by,

others rising and falling…

“Did you see it just happen now?”

…when he breathes.

And that’s it.

That’s the invitation.

That’s the response.

That’s our ceremony.

To fail to show up and participate

would be to deny that persistent voice

that is constantly asking me,

“Did you see that miracle?”

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

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