Waking

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I awaken, the fingertips of the gods

wiping sweat from my brow.

What day is this?

What shall I commit my heart to?

What will I invite to humble me?

A bare foot settles on the old wood flooring.

It is followed by another.

This is how it begins.

Wonderment,

and stride.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

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

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The Master of Coca Leaves

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
In honor and memory of don Miguelito;
guardian, gatekeeper, and chosen one



There are the chosen ones among us; the ones who lightning 
strikes, more than once. The ones who are blinded so that 
they can learn to see in the pitch of darkness. The ones who 
live in hermitude because the filaments radiating from their 
heart are tethered to everything, and it hurts. A body can be 
too small to contain a soul. A mountain can be too small to 
contain a soul. Mastery comes from continually showing up and 
saying, “Yes!” You cannot serve another option. I was blessed to

witness you there, lifting your gaze skyward with extended arms, 
to know you when your life was the offering for the prayer 
request you never made.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From 'Portraits' (a work in progress)

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The Passion for Freedom

Photos (c) Jamie K. Reaser
In loving memory of Leonard J. Soucy, Jr. - my first mentor and true friend

Man’s hand has crippled you,

Some beyond repair.

Guns, poison, pollution, and noise.

The unknowing child, the blood thirsty man.

Man’s hand has mended you.

Legs and wings set, operations complete.

The care and love of a few has pieced you together,

As you have piece together the hearts of those

who cared.

So now I lift you high on my gloved-hand.

The sun catches and brightens your feathers,

And you small bird, lighten its rays.

A final lift and release.

You’re free, oh wonder, free as before.

Soar on my friend, for eternity!

(c) 1979-2014/Jamie K. Reaser