The Golden Moon

Two weeks ago, we celebrated a full lunar eclipse.  Here is a beautiful photo of the golden moon that emerged after the eclipse.  Tonight, to celebrate the new moon, I further improve this blog offering by including the post eclipse golden moon.  Enjoy!  October 14, 2015

This is a revised version of the poem I published a couple of years ago!  Walt Whitman was one of my early favorites and he revised Leaves of Grass countless times.  This gives me the courage to go back and improve older works as my writing improves.  Feb. 15, 2015

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THE GOLDEN MOON

Eight beautiful women stepped down the beach
Dressed mostly in white,
Caribbean breezes brushed the hair from our faces.

Some held burning incense making figure eights in the air
Others chimed bells and cymbals
I stroked a Himalayan bowl blending in sweet sounds.

We moved on the hard sand in the light surf
Silently chanting our personal mantras
Until we stopped, nestled into the sand like turtles and watched the sky.

Shyly, she showed her light from behind a cloud
A little more boldly she began to emerge
In silence, we watched her show

Until finally, in full splendor
The golden July moon shone upon us.
In silence, we absorbed her blessings.

She then began to throw golden buttery kisses my way.
I thrilled in the ecstasy of this holy moment and thought of you.
I asked her to throw you a few kisses too.

Did you get them?

A poem from Sonam Donnala

Copyright July 2013. Donna Marie Carey. All rights reserved.

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Golden Moon

Eight beautiful women walked down the beach
Dressed mostly in white,
The Caribbean breezes brushed the hair from our faces.

Some with burning incense were making figure eights in the air
Others chiming bells and cymbals
And me with a little metal Himalayan bowl making sweet sounds

We walked on the hard sand in the light surf
Silently chanting our personal mantras
Until we stopped, nestled into the sand and watched the sky

Shyly, she showed her light behind a cloud
And a little more boldly she began to emerge
In silence, we watched her show

Until finally, in her full splendor
The golden july moon shone upon us.
In silence, we absorbed her blessings.

And then she began to throw golden buttery kisses to me.
I thrilled in the ecstasy of this holy moment and thought of you
And I asked her to throw you a few golden buttery kisses too.

Did you get them?

A poem from Sonam Donnala

Copyright July 2013. Donna Marie Carey. All rights reserved.

Woman That I AM

WOMAN THAT I AM

by Donna Marie Carey

I haven’t let the little girl go
Oh no… no, no
She dances inside
And often comes out to play.
So what makes me the woman that I am?

I can light up a room when I walk in
Not only with my smile but also the touch of my eyes

Am I the prettiest? No way
Am I the smartest? Nope
Am I the sexiest? Not a chance
And yet, men and women are drawn to the woman that I am.

What is this mystery, this power of the woman that I am?
I am open-hearted, generous and nurturing
And in a flash can turn into a cabrona if I encounter a bully at prey

I don’t hold back my love but share it like a reverse shadow that lights up my path and those I touch

I have some good, good friends, you know, the kind you can call at 3 in the morning to ask for help
But I don’t make that call until I have done everything… everything I can… to help myself
Is that a quality or a fault?

Both… for the woman that I am.

I am loyal. I am wise. I listen between the lines with my heart, eyes and hands
I love myself, I care for myself,
I appreciate my beauty, my wisdom, my power, my mystery and even my bitchy side

I am courageous enough to rearrange the furniture of my life and give away my favorite clothes
To make room for the unknown, the unknowable, the unlovable and the loved

I laugh at myself and life too, woman that I am.

I was born under a lucky star and…
Even though life is not always easy…the way I choose to dance it,
I know, as a woman, the woman that I am.
IT IS MY CHOICE!

MY choice: how I live
MY choice: who I love
MY choice: what to include in
MY choice: what to keep out

I AM a poet, a mystic, a dancer, a lover of life
I AM sensitive and sensual, fiery and fierce, fun and funny
I appreciate the truth and also a well-spun tale.

I can hold your little girl hand if you are afraid or sad
Or hug you to keep you warm and safe
Or laugh with you and dance to celebrate a new love…   or a big full moon…   woman that I am.

And… and now… the best part of all of this is…
The most beautiful secret I now reveal…
It is this… just this…

I am having a grand… and I mean a really grand…
…Affair…

with God!!

And I know how to share…
Woman that I am.

Written on Tuesday, June 14, 2011 Puerto Aventuras, Mexico for Casey’s Becoming a Woman Ceremony.

and soon after it was copyrighted!!