Alla Renee Bozarth

Rookie - 1 Points (Portland, Oregon)

Alla Renee Bozarth Poems

41. The Prayer Imperative 11/7/2011
42. Independence And Reconciliation Celebration 7/11/2012
43. Interdependence Day Celebration 7/11/2012
44. Even So 7/11/2012
45. White Water 6/2/2012
46. Prayer To Allah 11/6/2011
47. Dancing Toward The Promised Land 11/6/2011
48. The Human Butterfly Effect 11/7/2011
49. Becoming Composed 11/6/2011
50. Soulfire 11/4/2011
51. The Redemption Of Everything 11/4/2011
52. Do You Live Alone? 11/4/2011
53. How To Recognize A Human Killer Bee In Honeybee Drag 11/4/2011
54. Cheering Us On To Salvation~ A Handbook For Those Subjected To People With Disordered Personalities 11/4/2011
55. Saint Francis And Siddartha 11/4/2011
56. A Prayer Room For All People 11/6/2011
57. Sea Call 11/6/2011
58. Pillar Of Salt 11/6/2011
59. Well Spring 11/6/2011
60. My Beautiful Ruins ~ And Why The Irish Needed Fairyland, Religion And Poetry 7/11/2012
61. Life Loves You 11/6/2011
62. Call 11/6/2011
63. On Being A Mammal 11/4/2011
64. Sacred Yes, Holy No 11/4/2011
65. Wangari Maathai 11/4/2011
66. Before Jesus 11/6/2011
67. What Is Prayer? 11/6/2011
68. The Power Of The Crone 11/4/2011
69. The Shortest Revolution In History 11/7/2011
70. Dance Then To Everything 11/4/2011
71. Narcissism 11/4/2011
72. Water Women 11/4/2011
73. Be 11/6/2011
74. Bakerwoman God 11/4/2011
75. Unsolvable Things 11/4/2011
76. Passover Remembered 11/4/2011
77. Belonging 11/4/2011
Best Poem of Alla Renee Bozarth

Belonging

The small plot of ground
on which you were born
cannot be expected
to stay forever
the same.

Earth changes,
and home
becomes different
places.

You took flesh
from clay
but the clay
did not come
from just one
place.

To feel alive,
important, and safe,
know your own waters
and hills, but know
more.

You have stars
in your bones
and oceans
in blood.

You have opposing
terrain in each eye.

You belong to the land
and sky of your first cry,
you belong to ...

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Bodhisattva Meditation

Are you tired, Friend?
So tired you have forgotten
nearly every automatic habit
that tells you who you are
and how to move from one moment
to the next? Forgotten
how you write your name
or hold your comb or spoon?
Forgotten how to use a pen

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