A Beautiful Place for Mortal Beings, a poem


look at those trees, will you, look!
sun bursting into dazzling columns
and eucalyptus dripping its stringy
bark, drizzling its medicinal scent

dragonflies stretch stenciled wings
zephyr mambos with wild grasses
sunshine camps out on shoulders
the damp salty air curls our hair

we tumble into the sea’s embrace
to find that this is salvation and
the mountain expanse a cathedral
the ocean’s roar is its Te Deum

for mortal beings: a beautiful place,
voluptuous and wanton and willing
to be caressed, like Life, held close
never understanding the mysteries

our existence, the sea-held mountain,
we love them in our frailty, we grasp
these gifts until we can’t, until
letting go is just as it should be

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reservedPhoto – a Monterey Cypress (Pebble Beach, CA, USA) courtesy of rickpawl’s photostream  Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.

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cloud watching, a poem

file0001128026195the open sky

,,,,tufts like spun sugar . . .

white with sunlight

layered on an endless blue blessing

free-form

and unbounded

.       idly floating . . . waiting on nothing

not the brightness of day

nor the cool calm night

….present with our pleasure

 . . . we eye one another

my silent mind . . . t]

their silent flow

. . . . . . occasional storms 

. . .mostly languid though . . .

peaceable

. . . as the blue upon which they rest . . . .cresting

. . . . . . . …………………their charism weightless as sea foam,

they brush my imagination

at the matrix of our shared meditation

©2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reservedPhoto courtesy of morgueFile

No Account of Trifles, a poem

splash of pinkSteal what you will, my friends,
of small no-account things
De minimis non curat lex.
The law takes no account of trifles,
though the recommended thefts
are not trifles to me

I have stolen, in the heat of the
summer, the scent of roses
for my skin and the rich aroma of
night-blooming jasmine to waft
through the house and come to
settle gently in my lungs

In winter snowflakes appeal
Steal dozens to line the drawers of
your memories, to keep them fresh
Lazy motes of yellow moon-dust
are recommended to lay like sachet
in your heart, to color your dreams
with light, your awakening with hope

In stealth gather butterflies and bees
into pink rhapsodies and dragonflies
to stitch beauty and language into poetry
Steal from your children too, their hugs
are nontoxic, tonic for heart health
And the theft of your mother’s laugh
will sooth you mind, rest assured

In flight, pluck away the snow caps
from the mountains below; the fluff of
clouds are best as nightgowns, sexy
and sheer and lined with spun silver
Yes! Have at it, my friends …
With all my thefts the law has
not caught me. It takes no account
of what are trifles, by its reckoning,
not mine; De minimis non curat lex.

©  Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

Finding Spirit in Flowers


“When I studied a spiritual form of flower arrangement called Ikebana-Sangetsu, I found I was discovering the connection between all life. I was inspired to create this visual contemplation on the power of flowers to lead you directly into the compassion that underlies the web of connection.” This story “Living Beauty” can be found in Pamela Bloom’s 
The Power of Compassion: Stories that Open the Heart, Heal the Soul, and Change the World (Hampton Roads, 2010).

A rose captured during a rare rainy evening in Central Park, San Mateo, California

A rose captured during a rare rainy evening in Central Park, San Mateo, California (c) 2014, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved

“It is important to develop and uplift human consciousness through beauty. For that purpose, I would like to encourage people to place flowers everywhere, as the best means of promoting the love of beauty.” Meishu-sama