Sage of Energy

Sage of Energy

It may seem unimportant, but my
Paintings keep the world guarded.
They are dreaming that connects
Before and after to this person,
Who drifts on the narrow ledge of
Life. Every event draws a step on time’s
Labyrinth, is a forest fire creating a new
World, and every action has results –
Whether armistice or war, freedom or
Slavery. My sunflowers soak up poisons
We’ve made for land, my snake vies with
Sun for importance, and I draw my
Soul in them, these creatures and fires keep
Me ablaze with a bright lust for life..

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

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Four of Energy

The habit of giving it away can
Burn down attachment to any
Circumstances that appear to be
More important than they are, and
Allow celebrations, both pre-arranged
And unplanned, on crisp autumn
Days when the harvest is rich with
Apples and honey and there is a
Handy lute to strike up accordance
And early spring when joys cannot
Be held in reserve and tasted later
Even the memories of them fade our
Edges, photographs with sepia tones,
These little illuminations we share.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Five of Textiles

Every piece of fabric has two sides. Even
The simple ones do, though you can’t tell
The difference, and perhaps that is
What makes simple ones so worthy. I love
The complicated ones, with stitchery and
Patterns in the weave. Who can help admiring
the opposite, one side to the other? I am
Likely to wear the poor-looking backside of
A textile to fool the Fools. Let them presume
The poor gypsy wearing rags, frayed on
The edges and near the seams, if there are any.
I limp along through that fake hope of a
Crowd hiding scratchy interiors, towards my
Self, comfortable within, turning inside out.

2013 © Amanda Morris Johnson

Three of Vessels

Yes. This is the wet stamp of true
Triumph for containment. Kisses. An
Optimistic embrace of this generous
Moment when I can simply relax
In my soulful nudity and be who I am,
Right down to my emotional habits and lets 
Intuition guide me towards a state of ecstasy,
Shared with tender smiles and laughter. 
That it dares not cover my embarrassment
Instead stripping me down to susceptible
Joys that I wish would last forever, it’s
Like being in a naturally warm pool out there,
Impervious to weather, but eventually
I will have to climb out. Just not yet.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Two of Tools

Sometimes deciding on which tool
To use is half the battle. My struggle
To be correct, to find a solution that
Works for everyone has a surprisingly
Uncomfortable answer: vulnerability. I
Admit the false premise that this belt
Hung around my waist actually has
Something useful for every situation.
It is a step. Sometimes the tools
I have are the worst remedy and
Holding them is a dangerous peace at
Best, and so I lay them down at my own feet
Listening in silence, and at last access
The utility I abandoned: acceptance.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson