Greetings Realness People,
I hope you are feeling blessed by Mother Earth! I am pleased to be back on spoonjackson.com with short and deep realness to share. It has been too long, and so much has happened since last update. Peace G. roots and love has gotten deeper and wider and we long to touch more hearts and souls around the planet even without words. I hope to hug your hearts with the breath of my flute inspired by the currents of love and light that circles the earth. Please spread the word that I am back, although I have never left you, so we were never apart. Remember when there is love, there is no distance between two points! Vi är kärleken och en klippa! I’ll close with a poem written for a woman who lost her young son this past May 2009.
MOTHER'S SON
How do I write a poem
for you when nothing
can capture the loss
of a mother’s son
nothing can hold the loss
of a mother’s young son
no words, no sighs
nothing can put the shattered
heart back together
anymore than you can fill
the sky up with sand
Time will not heal her
but allows some acceptance
and room to grow
and to never forget his smile
the way you rocked him
to and through
may the silence
of his forever presence
continue to hug and inspire you
Spoon
BIRD SECTION
Today feeding the pigeons, my new friend a female sparrow comes in among the big birds, and asked me in her small sparrow wing beating for bread. I throw the crumb to her and she darts in takes it and thanks me in her sweet sparrow voice and flies off in one motion. The only pigeon who sometimes teases the sparrow is Muck-mouth, a young pigeon that was once sick and was born with a split lower beak. After his parents wined him and left him on his own. He had to learn how eat when all the food seem to fall out of its mouth like liquid whenever he tried to peck it or other birds ate all the food even from his mouth. I had to wet bread for him. He became for awhile too close to humans, but as Muck-mouth learned how to use his deformed beak, he became healthy and alert. He flies away in a blink of an eye just like the rest of the pigeons when the hawk alarm is sounded. I sometimes give Muck-mouth a whole oatmeal cookie.
Peace and Realness - Spoon
