Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

“Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson wading in the shallow waters mid afternoon---tide only beginning to reverse its dead low i feel the current pushing back my feet glide on semi-muddy bottom in two hours the calm blue salty waters will reach as high as my browned shoulders i will plunge- thoughtless to irony, tense, syntax, and meter- i will simply swim and dream--look up to find messages clearly shouting in the sky i shall see a family of elephants dining, or a den of wolves wailing- i shall make out a couple meeting to lightly kiss or find a trio of monkeys marauding in a trickling stream by simply swimming, i certainly shall not miss this words and photo~kate lamberg

dead heading allows new buds to blossom weeding gives more space--  for flowers to breathe watering helps to maintain--the vibrancy  of  each colorful bloom she returns to the garden at dusk  in the quiet of her gentle return, she naturally returns to herself words and pansies~ kate lamberg (c) '14

, sounds of summer sweep hot dust, heaving thick sky particles ladies in bonnets wave on the shoreline bedecked in full length casual gowns in shades of pale sage and lavender they know they are just an apparition of my trance like state--lounging too long in the dizzying sun i hold council with these ladies in the shade of the nearest poplar they share some homemade secrets recipes, and how my nana is blooming like a moon flower in a heavenly realm the altitude is good for her tendency to get dizzy at the sound of waterfalls they share how they keep their cool in temperate climates--one said, "well, we're only visiting" --we sip on fresh mint hisbiscus punch poured out of a coconut ladle into deep conch shells.... relax on flat rocks, beneath the ever-spreading cypress trees and soon the mimosas will be exuding their tinkerbell scents while we create flower chains to wear with our casual gowns as our men return from fre...

i have been on the mighty Susquehanna racing with others on canoes in the heart of the great empire state and i did swim against her currents- so cooling after a sweltering hot summer day smack in the middle of new york's snowbelt i have studied her curves- from a distance walking alongside her blue green forces in a northwestern province of a more upright choral connecticut i know she swings her beautiful body in places of pennsylvania, i have yet to witness--but i only can imagine how her brilliance intensifies with the dappling light coursing through sugar maples in the autumn of sheer cool graces a reverence-- all we can ever do is to sit and admire how she effortlessly has become our all the time forever lover ~kate lamberg (c) '14

the sky danced over her head while she was slow to sleep the dreams inside her brain replayed the old refrain you are what you think but the dreams as love treasures happen to be thrown off the ship and while she slept, did sink no need to recover the love that is now just a twinkle shine in her eyes, not saying now he is mine- serpentine, elephantine the dreams we kept as secret pockets filled with packets of sugar and smucker's strawberry jam while we held hands and never did care if the pockets in my old green coat got stained with strawberry jam--it's the way we had to explore what is sweet always ends on a sour note tactile memory save us from walking down the lane that promises buckets of sunshine yet only through blurry eyes receives raucous pained slices- raw redolent rain we move through meadows full well knowing soon this sour crisis will be restored-- god, it's snowing parallel worlds meet at the apex of last fall and t...

i woke up to the apricot moon just opened the western facing window the coal black sky at 3 am after a few quick clicks of the camera's shutter the rain came down in a gentle feather of tears--- how she mirrors me even when i sleep-- how fine the secrets she does keep-- how we continue to rise, hit hard ground how we continue to go round as the many phases & the many faces of the now apricot moon silencing any need to know another earthly thing i surrender to her blessing(s) words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14

(1) why, when we shimmer do the thoughts of what could be, still fill the fear rooms in her partitioned brain-- undaunted, deflecting rain easing off the pain of the present standing for one single variable which works for some who know how (she never learned) how to cook for one-- (2) she wants to live in a slower, more respectful time when waiting on lines would be a golden opportunity to learn from the woman in front of her where she bought that cameo pin what her musky fragrance is that is overbearing. but clearly she likes it--and how everyone wants to be heard, touched and recognized as being a bright light in a darkened room words and photo by kate lamberg july 9, '14 (c)

. the warmth just about robbed us of all the strength we began with a kite never seeing the fourth floor a balloon never getting out the door how warm wind and weariness exhausts the best of intentioned- we become the pensive purveyors of self-realization-- restoring the burning beast- allowing the heron space, at least to spread her wings as daydreams cease on a dime store facade- awnings only stirred by pigeons at dawn how silence crept like crazy at midnight- one could hear the butter smear from clear across the house- a more dense set of molecules has yet to be found this summer morning stillness leaves us hardly moving on sodden ground when birds sing plaintive- we pardon them so why in heaven's name we are not as forgiving to other two footed breathers is the source of our pensiveness but still-- the heather moves with the clover- during a short peak of wind from the south west dropping any thoughts that our life is some kind of...

we are dancing again on the rained on earth wingless, we learn from our winged friends how to allow the southwest winds to continue to move us as we celebrate each other, moving through seemingly impossible boulders light directing radiant space paths chosen in sighs the trees breathing with grace the romance that never dies words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14

we awaken to light when we remove the darkness disguised as a luring flickering how deceiving some are how pompous to think we'd fall for a shooting star ending up only being the depths of muddy waters where lotuses bloom brightening all who see these eyes cannot go back to seeing rose petals where only true grit resides banish the criminals stay up all night the crime is our believing in monsters and demons there are only angels---beings of light all the rest is delusion........ trying to set up camp in the depths of our heart we wake up from the nightmare awakening to just one thing we're learning to see more clearly the difference between the true light that elevates and the mud which only brings us down into the enslaved bottom feeding on the purity of innocent rainbows kate lamberg (c) '14 photo by kate lamberg (c) '14

the sky danced over her head while she was slow to sleep the dreams inside her brain replayed the old refrain you are what you think but the dreams as love treasures happen to be thrown off the ship and while she slept, did sink no need to recover the love that is now just a twinkle shine in her eyes, not saying now he is mine- serpentine, elephantine the dreams we kept as secret pockets filled with packets of sugar and smucker's strawberry jam while we held hands and never did care if the pockets in my old green coat got stained with strawberry jam--it's the way we had to explore what is sweet always ends on a sour note tactile memory save us from walking down the lane that promises buckets of sunshine yet only through blurry eyes receives raucous pained slices- raw redolent rain we move through meadows full well knowing soon this sour crisis will be restored-- god, it's snowing parallel worlds meet at the apex of last fall a...