Cold, damp
Fever grows
Petals shiver, rained upon
uncertainty floats in, marine layer on the edge
moving quickly, hovering just above … and to the right.
Coat and flannel
lovie, blanket
Wake up, I am.
Get up, I am not.
Lingering in cloud, vision still dark, after a long night.
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Like all the rest.
But I hear the music, and it’s been years.
Blue of sky, grumbling floor, wide expanse of bridge and blur
Warm to the touch, imagining the ride,
I open up
to light and air, and a bald eagle traveling.
We fly side by side, nose to nose. Like a run for the roses-
he on the outside, me on the in- only we mean to arrive together.
I look around, no one else is seeing.
I look again, white feather fan in the breeze, and I know.
Match his smile and sway, before he soars out of sight.
Later, as sky descends with the power of steel and metallic might-
a rainbow appears against the dark.
I look around, no one else is seeing.
I look again, sun breaks to the west, and I know.
Come in close, then let go, with outstretched arms and toes.
photo of an eagle in flight by jc.winkler
At dusk,
when Bright Eye gazes across the distance, her luxurious lashes light upon the surface. The warm air stills. The tide moves. Blue herons soar and deer venture forth.
This is when they assemble. Unseen.
They breathe in. Deeply.
As,
one by one, they sing their note, chorus vibrates on the shore, sound waves circle up and up, crescendo in the clouds …
One long, luscious Ohmmmm … As each becomes their note.
Then,
just as suddenly as they begin, the singing frogs of Coos Bay release, look inward, reflect. Breathe from the soul.
Ohmmmm again.
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.
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
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
… 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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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
20 September
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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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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