poetry

January 28, 2011

Rumi stirs between my fingers

dancing on the edge of the flame on my candle lit tonight

gracefully

truthfully

open-harted

“You are the sky my spirit circles in, the love inside love, the resurrection place.

Let this window be your ear. I have lost consciousness many times with longing for your silence, and your life-quickening smile…

You give attention to the smallest matters, my suspicious doubts, and the greatest…

I know these dancers,

Day and night I sing their songs in this phenomenal cage…

But what can stay hidden?

Love’s secret is always lifting its heas, out from under the covers,

“Here I am!””

-Rumi (pieces of “I have Five Things to Say”)

poetry

January 25, 2011

I am beginning my morning meditations with a bit of poetry to wake up my inner song. The 5 tier shelf to my left is stacked with an array of inspiring books, and I chose The Essential Rumi this beautiful morning.

A Community of the Spirit(just a piece)

There is a community of the spirit

Join it, and feel the delight
of walking the the inner street
and being the noise.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands
if you want to be held

Sit down in the circle

Intentional Bowing

October 9, 2010

I feel like this would be a beautiful 6th/7th Chakra poem for Child’s Pose. Last night we had our last Chakra workshop with the lovely Madeline. 😦 It was silly, full of tails and tales, opening up, and candles. For my 5th Chakra came a bit of poetic inspiration even before the class. My last post was about wanting to include more poetry in my day, and low and behold it happened to be very 5th Chakra. Here is the except from the Veda’s that I was guided to this morning, and I though it was perfect for a Child’s Pose focusing on intention, and on giving attention to one’s higher self.

O Lord, thou art on the sandbank

As well as in the midst of the current;

I bow to thee

Thou art in the little pebbles

As well as in the calm expanse of the sea;

I bow to thee

O all-pervading Lord,

Thou art in the barren soil

And in the crowded places; I bow to thee

-from Veda XVI

“As you make your metaphorical bow to this power, recognize the you’re bowing to yourself. The all-pervading energy of intention pulses through you toward your potential for a purposeful life” -Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

Poetry

September 27, 2010

I am going to begin reading poetry more often. I used to write a lot of poetry, and do every once in a while, but I want to read so to enhance my memory, to encourage a deeper imagination in the world around me, and to hopefully inspire some more poetry in my own life.
This poem struck me first thing this morning, and I keep coming back to it- or it keeps finding me perhaps.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver

I just love this- I posted the ending on facebook today. It seems to go with the theme of my day. Feeling a deep wholeness within myself. Yesterday, in training, we were talking about having  ‘wholeness’ instead of feeling as though we need others in order to be whole. Do I really need to be accepted? Do I need to get approval? Aren’t I precious? Don’t I matter to myself? I want to retrain this brain of mine to believe that I can do anything. It’s not a question whether or not my conditioned way of talking to myself agrees. Do I need it’s approval? It is right? I am ready to embrace the loving thoughts?

I am ready to devour the ideas that I am wondrous, and magical just like the fairies, just like the dew, just like the words that pop up off the page at me after I just saw the same words on a chalk board 1 second earlier. I am magical.