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Torrey Pines.


Approach softly,
kiss the lip. Allow the mouth to open fully.
 
Note the shimmer, where it crosses into mist.
 
Let the sunbeams fall away,
beyond the shoulder. Blue and bitters, the color of salmon
 
Walk to the wind, pacing the nape of the neck.
 
Stand on air,
lift the heart. Hold the head in one fine line.
 
Hear the silence, where it crosses into song.
 
Wrap the water loosely
between the legs. Green and gritty, the scent of lightness
 
Embrace the body, until the day is done.
 
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Letting something go.


The dry air crackles. His voice rubs away like sandpaper. White light begins to pour into the room as if to rescue me, but I’m a goner already.

His beady eyes hold no shine as words blow through his mouth and hit me squarely. I start to feel small, smaller and alone –even though everyone is there; they all hear him.

I smell the burn as bile builds slowly in my mouth. I swallow. I seethe. I see the challenge hanging there.

And I let it drop to the floor.

Written during Creative Flow with Julie Peters, Maya Whole Health, Renton WA –February 2012

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Letter to my brain.


Brain, my friend,

I’m all around you. Why do you close your eyes?

We’re the ebb and the flow, simpatico

Our lives are intertwined, like the grape and the vine

When Body is in the Gap

you’re the Red Arrow and I’m the White Room.

Come on, hold my hand. You hum, I’ll sing.

~Your loving Heart

Written during Creative Flow with Julie Peters, Maya Whole Health, Renton WA –February 2012

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I may not be …


… where I want to be right now, or well connected. Or satisfied and energized.
 
Clear-headed instead of confused … pretty instead of beautiful.
 
I may have doubts and hesitate; I may stride when a walk will do.
 
I could be too loud, too opinionated, too sensitive, too sentimental.
 
I wonder what took me so long; wish I handled it differently, or hope I dream another dream … if the opportunity comes my way.
 
I look into the hole of my heart too much, wondering if it ever will be filled. I hear the songs of my soul too often, spending mornings and evenings, time in the mists.
 
I suspend my disbelief; bury my convictions; excuse my aches and pain.
 
I’m surprised by my ingenuity and thank God for my humanity.
 
And when I love, I do so deeply … and madly.
Which makes all the rest alright.
 

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Rumi right.


Every once in a while, my daily reading reveals a gem … a cosmic connection to what’s actually going on in my mind. Here’s an example.

Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer
and find myself chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.


I should be suspicious


of what I want.






-from A Year With Rumi: Daily Readings by Coleman Barks


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Bright core of failure.
					

I’m meditating on abundance today, a practice that grows richer with the concept of flow.


The title of this post refers to a poem written by Rumi. Whether you’re flourishing in success or lamenting a failure, it is really all the “same glory,” as his words are translated. “You live in beautiful forms, and you are the energy that breaks form,” Rumi writes. “All light, neither this nor that.”


My yoga teacher Nancy Ayala


What a lovely expression of abundance, of flow. No matter what you face or how you get there, your personal power fills that place where experience lives with its light. It’s the epidemy of abundance, coming from a place of “full” … able to move in and out, back and forth, up and down, no matter what it looks like on the outside.


At the end of each yoga class, my teacher says, “My light sees your light.” I can’t help but feel full then, feel the abundance of life.


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This now is it.
					

Father Reason


The universe is a form of divine law,
your reasonable father.

When you feel ungrateful to him,
The shapes of the world seem mean and ugly.

Make peace with that father, the elegant patterning,
and every experience will fill with immediacy.

Because I love this, I am never bored.
Beauty constantly wells up like the noise of springwater
in my ear. Tree limbs rise and fall like ecstatic arms.
Leaf sounds talk together like poets
making fresh metaphors.

The green felt cover slips;
we get a flash of the mirror underneath.

The conventional opinion of this poetry
is that it shows great optimism for the future.
But Father Reason says, No need to announce the future.

This now is it. Your deepest need and desire
is satisfied by this moment's energy
here in your hand.
                                                             ~Rumi


I find great comfort in these words. I hope you do, too.


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Northwest diamante.
					

Raincloud


De rigor, Deceptive


Threatening, Releasing, Nourishing


Water, Shadow, Meadow, Light


Hiding, Streaming, Revealing


Remarkable, Restorative


Sunbreak




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Backbone.
					

In honor of National Poetry Month.


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Haiku you.
					

A human feeling


stands naked before critics


without tact for dress.


As Dorothy waved,


she bid the thoughtful Scarecrow


a special farewell.


Laced with fine design


glazed and fired and glazed again,


our vessel stands tall.


The treasures of Tut


rested patiently, waiting,


as man groped in sand.




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