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A Psalm for Martin Luther King Day

Monday, January 18, 2010


Lord, who can be trusted with power,
and who may act in your place?
Those with a passion for justice,
who speak the truth from their hearts;
who have let go of selfish interests
and grown beyond their own lives;
who see the wretched as their family
and the poor as their flesh and blood.
They alone are impartial
and worthy of the people's trust.
Their compassion lights up the whole earth,
and their kindness endures forever.

-- A Book of Psalms, translations by Stephen Mitchell

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PEACEFULONE 1/19/2010 2:22AM

    Not only is your blog wonderful, but the comments are exceptionally insightful. Love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/18/2010 11:58PM

    In my humble opinion, and ignorant though I am... the translation speaks much more clearer to me! I have a really hard time grasping what the bible 'really' intends to say... of course I get certain things, but I am much better at understanding more modern day language... lol!

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BRIGHTSPARK7 1/18/2010 4:06PM

    "Christ gave me the message and Gandhi gave me the means."
Have seen an MLK quote something like this at our local ML KIng library in downtown San Jose.

LOVING this, Mahalakshmi. Mitchell's translation is a message for our times.


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CARLI_MAE 1/18/2010 1:09PM

    I must be psychic ... yesterday I thought perhaps of writing a blog for MLK day, then said ... "go to bed, Maha will take care of it" ... and you DID!!! Splendidly, I might add. And wow that AZIMAT sure has me out-read ... as I plod thru another thousand page tome on more geek-headed stuff & wonder if my brain has been reduced to 0's and 1's.
Anyway, to answer your question on my feed, I had a nice Sunday ... just doing a few things, taking care of my skin and watching some TV, and cooking ... a bit of this and that. Today it's back to business. I must get the groceries done [what kind of mush can I get that's nutritious for bloody post-molar pulling tomorrow??? ... oh, just occurred to me I might not have the stomach for anything ... yecch] Seeing your feed I was sorely tempted to call you, spoiler that I am, and interrupt your productivity ... hahahaha ... but I will restrain myself.
Well, now that I've gone entirely off of the subject, as usual ...
Fanciulla binaria (Binary gal)

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WILDHONEYPIE1 1/18/2010 1:00PM

    I really enjoyed this translation. Thank you for sharing. emoticon

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AZIMAT 1/18/2010 12:03PM

    Yes, Stephen Mitchell is highly regarded for his translations from many languages, as well as his adaptations.

If you would like to see the actual transliteration of Psalm 15 from the Hebrew, it is here:


I'm an constant student of the worlds' wisdom traditions, and find this type of thing interesting and enlightening....


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FRANCESCANAZ 1/18/2010 11:59AM

    BOTH writings are beautiful beyond words and oh so comforting! emoticon

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VALERIEMAHA 1/18/2010 8:46AM

    Thanks for the New International Version of the Psalm. The "actual" Psalm would likely have been written in Hebrew. And for all I know, Mitchell went back to original texts, translating them into contemporary English.

This is what I love about Easwaran's translation of the ancient Bhagavad Gita, written in Sanskrit. Easwaran is a scholar of both Sanskrit and English language, and so, to me, his contemporary translation of the Gita is particularly potent, as is Mitchell's translation of this Psalm.

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AZIMAT 1/18/2010 8:36AM

    Thanks, Valerie for commerating this important day.

I was curious to see the actual Bible verse. This is it: (New International Version)

Psalm 15
A psalm of David.
1 LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?
Who may live on your holy hill?

2 He whose walk is blameless
and who does what is righteous,
who speaks the truth from his heart

3 and has no slander on his tongue,
who does his neighbor no wrong
and casts no slur on his fellowman,

4 who despises a vile man
but honors those who fear the LORD,
who keeps his oath
even when it hurts,

5 who lends his money without usury
and does not accept a bribe against the innocent.
He who does these things
will never be shaken.

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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/18/2010 8:04AM

    emoticonfor sharing!!!

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BECOMINGONE 1/18/2010 7:18AM

    I love the picture with MLK standing in front of a photo of Mahatma Ghandi -- such an inspiring lineage! Thanks for sharing


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A Prayer

Friday, January 15, 2010

Max Ehrmann lived September 26, 1872 - September 9, 1945. He was an American spiritual writer and attorney, having studied philosophy and law at Harvard. I know the name because of his prose poem DESIDERATA (Latin: "things desired"), which I have posted on my bedroom door. It begins --

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself to others you may become vair and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself." It ends, "With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy." And it is a philosophy of life that I deeply subscribe to.

So you can imagine my joy when I saw his name ascribed to this morning's Panhala offering. Each and every phrase of A PRAYER speaks deeply to me and sets the stage for my meditation practice this morning and then for facing this day with contentment.

It's a miracle how what I need is so bountifully offered to me when my heart is open. The Buddha says, " If we could see the miracle of a single flower, our whole life would change."


Let me do my work each day;
and if the darkened hours
of despair overcome me, may I
not forget the strength
that comforted me in the
desolation of other times.

May I still remember the bright
hours that found me walking
over the silent hills of my
childhood, or dreaming on the
margin of a quiet river,
when a light glowed within me,
and I promised my early God
to have courage amid the
tempests of the changing years.

Spare me from bitterness
and from the sharp passions of
unguarded moments. May
I not forget that poverty and
riches are of the spirit.
Though the world knows me not,
may my thoughts and actions
be such as shall keep me friendly
with myself.

Lift up my eyes
from the earth, and let me not
forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others
lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of
the world, but walk calmly
in my path.

Give me a few friends
who will love me for what
I am; and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope.

And though age and infirmity
overtake me, and I come not within
sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful
for life, and for time's olden
memories that are good and
sweet; and may the evening's
twilight find me gentle still.

-- Max Ehrmann , The Desiderata of Happiness

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CORPUSANNIE 1/16/2010 2:22PM

    when that light glowed within me......constantly striving to hold that light in my heart
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SANTANDERE 1/15/2010 11:59PM


Thanks so much for sharing with me. I have copied the poem, and it's going on my journal tonight.


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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/15/2010 9:21PM

    Beautiful Blog!

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COLIBRI930 1/15/2010 9:17PM

    Loved it! Thanks for passing it on.

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WILDHONEYPIE1 1/15/2010 5:57PM

    Thank you for sharing, as always.

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BRIGHTSPARK7 1/15/2010 2:25PM

    Wow! Thank you Ehrmann, and thank you Mahalakshmi! There is so much truth in Desiderata, it feels fresh every time I read it.

I like where you have led us this morning.
xo Usha.

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SIMPLYLIVING 1/15/2010 11:33AM

    Thanks for sharing. emoticon

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SWDOTB2 1/15/2010 9:49AM

    Maha, count me in as "a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars" and one who loves and would keep ever burning the kindly light of hope, for I made a courage promise long ago as well.

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SLASALLE 1/15/2010 9:27AM

    This is totally new to me and I REALLY like it . Amen!! Maha, as always, your blogs are so meaningful ...

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STILLPOINT 1/15/2010 8:32AM

    ....and mine is posted on my yoga room door :) I received it from my first boyfriend in the early 1980's. Best thing I have ever read and still relevant to my life every single time I read it.

Thank you for the additional prose...never read that before :)

Blessings and thank you for sharing dear Maha

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JMSURPRENANT 1/15/2010 8:24AM

    What a wonderful prayer and meditation as I begin my work day with an eye towards a weekend.

Blessings to you for sharing.


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MAZZYR 1/15/2010 8:03AM

    Hugs, dear Maha. Prayer and meditation practice and loving words are the same... yes?

Thank you for leading me towards a loving-kindness practice. May you and everyone you love (and not) have physical happiness, and may you (and them) be filled with loving-kindness.

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BECOMINGONE 1/15/2010 7:59AM

    "Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly
in my path." My prayer for the day.

Thank you


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GINABUG 1/15/2010 7:50AM

    Thanks, Maha! May your day be gentle still!



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    I like. emoticon

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Stuff vs. Simplicity

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Though I've moved significantly away from a possession-laden life over the last 20 years, while making other life-changing decisions as well, I find that *things* continue to torment me and keep me prisoner. To be honest, the battle with *things* actually affects every part of my life, including my quest to be in harmony with my body.

I'm reading an amazing memoir right now, _A Thousand Days in Tuscany_ by Marlena deBlasi. Here's the end of the chapter, "Perhaps, as a Genus, Olives Know Too Much:"

"When you were a little girl didn't you ever want to be a rock star or a ballerina or at least Catherine of Siena? Didn't you ever want to be rich?

"I always thought I *was* rich. And when I was older, I knew it was true. But most of all, I wanted to matter. You know, really *matter* to someone. Once. Just once. But still I feel sad that most of us will never, not even for one of the suppers of our lives, dine as Mathilde and Gerard did, feel the nourishment of their food and their wine and their love as they did.

"Do you know why that's true, why most people will never have that?

"Probably because simplicity is the last thing a person considers as he's madly searching for the secret to life. Mathilde and Gerard had so much because they had so little."

Loss of discrimination is the greatest source of danger.
-- Sanskrit proverb

The greatest source of danger to a human being is loss of discrimination, and this is the main malady in our modern civilization, where we have lost our capacity to differentiate between what is necessary and useful, and what is unnecessary and harmful.

How often do we stop and ask, "What is really important? What matters most to me?"

If every one of us starts asking this simple question, it will transform our daily lives and even the world in which we live. After all, we need clean air and water more than we need microwave ovens. Doing work that is meaningful and of service to others is more important than owning luxury cars. We need loving human relationships more than we need home entertainment systems.

Many modern conveniences make life more pleasant and can save time. We needn't live without them, but when we begin to think such things are not merely useful but prized possessions, we may gradually lose our discrimination.

In order to understand what is important in life, what our real priorities are, discrimination is essential.
-- Eknath Easwaran

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FLORIDASUN 1/18/2010 3:38PM

    Hi dear Maha..what a beautiful and insightful blog. Something I think the whole world should read. I turned down a luncheon invitation today...I probably shouldn't have for the sake of politeness..I turned down one from the same people just last week. I just couldn't enjoy the lunch with the beautiful people today...I just couldn't sit there and listen to them blather on and on about what they have, where they are next traveling, and the new paint colors that are now popular. WHO CARES!?! I've had these friends for 20+ years when I grumble to DH and tell him how much they have changed he laughs at me and says..."you want to see the one who has changed...walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror!" Wowsa...I know I married that wonderful man for all the RIGHT reasons...he was patient with me when I was just as superficial and full of myself as these girls...I have changed...and I'm DARN proud of the person I'm finally evolving into! Hugs to you my wise and wonderful friend it makes me puff out my chest with pride that I can say I'm YOUR friend! emoticon You teach me the lessons worth learning...and I'm not talking about the da##@@ paint colors to repaint on your walls that are currently popular! emoticon

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PEACEFULONE 1/15/2010 10:36AM

    I had a poster quite a few years back of a beautiful hot air balloon floating over lovely scenery. The saying at the bottom was "Travel light in life, but take enough to drink, for thirst is a terrible thing." The travel light part was all about simplicity. But sometimes I read it as "take enough to think". Because while floating over beautiful scenery is a pleasant enough activity in itself, we need/must keep our minds engaged in challenging and deep thoughts on occasion to satisfy the thirst of the soul. Thank you for all your wonderful blogs which help to satisfy the thirst of my soul. You should collect them into a book with the working title of "Shared Thoughts from a Seeker".

Blessings to you dear Maha!

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BECOMINGONE 1/15/2010 8:06AM

    So well said ....

It is so easy to define ourselves by our things -- not just possessions but also degrees, knowledge, wisdom, titles, places visited, books read, friends -- and the list goes on. If we define ourselves by things external, then our life is cluttered and simplicity eludes us.


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CARLI_MAE 1/14/2010 4:36PM

    You have no idea how much this hits home with me, as I so often encounter people who claim to live a "simple life" and then contradict themselves with statements that show so clearly their quest to hoard even more for themselves, and along with it their underlying sense of self-loathing and increasing unhappiness.

In gratitude for you and others who continue on with the practice of true awareness and a discriminating sense of what is (essential) and what is not.

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WILDHONEYPIE1 1/14/2010 11:24AM

    Wonderful blog. Thank you for sharing.

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FRANCESCANAZ 1/14/2010 10:54AM

    Amen! emoticon Good share emoticon

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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/14/2010 9:46AM

    I struggled HUGELY with this concept last year! I had awakened to a better way of living a fulfilled sense of purpose, but couldn't quite merge my secondary purposes with it! I had a hard time justifying my husband buying me a Yukon Denali... as much as I wanted one, it seemed materialistic and well, somewhat undeserved! But, I have come to realize now, that sure, it's a nice vehicle, it looks good, but it is also dependable, reliable, and enjoyable! It keeps us warm, and gets us where we have to go! Our vehicle before that would break down, or not start, or this or that! My husband wanted me to have a good, dependable vehicle so that when he was out of town, for extensive periods, that he wouldn't have to worry about us! Once he sunk that into my head, I have grown to really love my Denali... not so much for the way it looks, or perhaps what it may represent in the egoic world, but that me and my family are as safe as we can possibly be while driving down the road! This is one example of many obstacles I allowed myself to struggle with last year! But, I think I am starting to get it, and have merged my outer purpose with my inner purpose, for today anyways!

Hugz Maha! Yet another insightful blog! I look forward each morning to what you might have to say each day!

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GINABUG 1/14/2010 9:42AM

    Simply written, eloquently shared!

I am a fan of simplicity. I have always sought it. But, I learned a while ago that simplicity is not something for me to seek, but rather something for me to "be." It is one thing to divest of my possessions and live in sparseness, but quite another to walk through life with love/compassion and joy! I found for me, simplicity comes from within. And guess what? My possessions have begun to mean less. They have begun to disappear as well (and I'm collecting far fewer as well). It was not the seeking, but the doing that caused this. Oh, the great teachers around and within us! I have so much to learn. Thanks for being my teacher, Maha!


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CARISSA81 1/14/2010 8:54AM

    What a nice blog - truly thoughtful!

I'm going to have to think about how to simplify my life and seek out what is important to me.

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LIZZYP609 1/14/2010 8:40AM

    What a beautifully written blog! Thanks for sharing. I struggle with thoughts like this. I have to ask myself.."Is this something I NEED or something I WANT?" It is ok to have things that we want but it is important to know the difference.

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What's on your mind...?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This hit me hard even though I've heard it over and over again. Sri Easwaran's explanation of that cryptic statement of the Buddha really says it all...and it's about EVERY part of my life, every high and low place, every crevice, every hidden part.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
-- The Buddha

Our destiny is in our own hands. Since we are formed by our thoughts, it follows that what we become tomorrow is shaped by what we think today.

Happily, we can choose the way we think. We can choose our feelings, aspirations, desires, and the way we view our world and ourselves. Mastery of the mind opens avenues of hope. We can begin to reshape our life and character, rebuild relationships, thrive in the stress of daily living-- we can become the kind of person we want to be.
-- Eknath Easwaran

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PEACEFULONE 1/15/2010 9:55AM

    All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
-- The Buddha

So may we keep on trying to focus our "monkey brain " thoughts always to be loving and gentle with ourselves and with others.

Thank you again dear Maha for another inspirational blog. And thank you for the light you share on my path!

Namaste, Elaine

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MAZZYR 1/14/2010 6:28AM

    This is true! I finally believe this.

And/or, we can choose not to think, and just BE present.

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COSMIC_ENERGY 1/13/2010 10:32PM

    Thoughts be come things (us) and more!

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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/13/2010 10:02AM

    And so in-tune with what I learnt from 2009!!!

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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/13/2010 10:02AM


To Living In The NOW!!!

Very well said, and so true!!!

I am going to borrow that one!!!

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LYNNANN43 1/13/2010 8:40AM

    My daughter considers herself agnostic, but firmly believes in the principals of Buddhism.

Another beautiful blog.


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DAVEOZ 1/13/2010 8:20AM

    Buddha has a powerful and sometimes disappointing quote. Some things we're proud of and others need improvement. It is so true though. I visited Easwaran's site. Quite interesting. Thanks for the link.


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TRUST the Process?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I have a problem with faith...with trust. I always have. The concrete reality before my eyes is easy. The unseen isn't so easy. As a spiritual being occupying a body (yeah, I've managed to get that integrated), I am aware that growth, greater consciousness, at times requires a leap of faith. And that's where I've often faltered...and failed to accomplish what I've set out to -- whether it be wellness goals or other life goals.

Don't get me wrong. I've managed to do many things over the journey of this topsy-turvy life of mine. It's just that I intuit that if I could learn the "desperate faith of sleep-walkers who rise out of their calm beds and walk through the skin of another life" THEN I would have extra-sensory experience of drinking "the stupefying cup of darkness" and waking up to myself, "nourished and surprised."

The surprise. That's it. I'm missing the surprise of deep, abiding faith (shraddha). Thank you Edward Hirsch for saying what my soul has been whispering for eons.


Tonight I want to say something wonderful
for the sleepwalkers who have so much faith
in their legs, so much faith in the invisible

arrow carved into the carpet, the worn path
that leads to the stairs instead of the window,
the gaping doorway instead of the seamless mirror.

I love the way that sleepwalkers are willing
to step out of their bodies into the night,
to raise their arms and welcome the darkness,

palming the blank spaces, touching everything.
Always they return home safely, like blind men
who know it is morning by feeling shadows.
And always they wake up as themselves again.
That's why I want to say something astonishing
like: Our hearts are leaving our bodies.

Our hearts are thirsty black handkerchiefs
flying through the trees at night, soaking up
the darkest beams of moonlight, the music

of owls, the motion of wind-torn branches.
And now our hearts are thick black fists
flying back to the glove of our chests.

We have to learn to trust our hearts like that.
We have to learn the desperate faith of sleep-
walkers who rise out of their calm beds

and walk through the skin of another life.
We have to drink the stupefying cup of darkness
and wake up to ourselves, nourished and surprised.
-- Edward Hirsch

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PEACEFULONE 1/15/2010 10:03AM

    Such an astoundingly beautiful piece!
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CARLI_MAE 1/12/2010 8:18PM

    I yes ... incredible that both Hirsh and Frost (in a much more subltle, tangential way) both touch on similar concepts. Lovely, lovely metaphors ... the magic of poetry to paint a visual picture to help us grasp the elusive things for which we were born to strive.

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VALERIEMAHA 1/12/2010 6:59PM

    For those whose curiosity has been ignited:

Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

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JUSTDUCKY1405 1/12/2010 5:10PM

    Ok, I have to admit, that this poem was a little over my head at first... and perhaps still is! I can totally relate to your intro to the poem! And, I too am getting better with faith! I suppose it depends on my mood, and how deeply I want to think about our life as we know it! But, what I do know, is that I am alive, and I am most alive when living in the now, thus trusting the process of life, because I am not taking away from the present moment of contemplating why or how.

I don't know Maha! I don't see you as missing anything! If anything, you get it way more than a lot of people do. You are my spiritual inspiration...


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BRIGHTSPARK7 1/12/2010 3:16PM

    The poets light up the dark places where the sun cannot reach, translation of an Indian saying. Thank you for this deep sharing, Mahalakshmi. The physical boundaries we experience around ourselves are an illusion. Shraddha takes us beyond our physical sensory selves. I love Hirsch's 'walking,' ... oh the places you'll go and the people you'll meet ... though, these days, I am thankful to be wandering around the world as myself, to wake up to my own mind.
Thankful for you in my life,

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DRAGONFLY7149 1/12/2010 2:28PM

    A truly beautiful piece (peace!) dear Maha...yet Carli is a bit on the right track. Some things aren't necessarily all they're cracked up to be. I have had one deep sleepwalking experience in my life -- at the age of four -- and found myself in the middle of a field on the farm we were living on at the time, sharing that space with a black bear. Don't know what might have happened had my parents not heard the door open and close in the middle of the night...

...don't wander so much in the physical sense any more, but monitor the meanderings of my partner (if not compelled to wake him, e.g., when he attempted to throw me and the mattress off the bed and through the window one night because he was convinced the mattress was on fire).

Of course, I'm projecting all sorts of stuff onto that lovely poem!


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STLRZGRRL 1/12/2010 2:21PM

    AS for waking up surprised, I have been missing that all my life... the surprise comes to me later in the day... (NOT a moring person...)

And let me take this opportunity to thank Snark... erm... I mean Carli for reminding me of the surprise I more often notice... when I am reading something by a guy like Williams or Frost, that old battle-axe, who managed to capture such surprises as "but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay" in a piece like "Birches"... I have never forgiven him for being as good as he was...


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SLASALLE 1/12/2010 2:03PM

    What Gina said - Truly - because I can say it no better and will not ever try!!!!

AND be watching the snail mail, my dear friend. Anticipation ... xoxoxo

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CARLI_MAE 1/12/2010 1:50PM

    Ah, but the mischief is in me today, sweet chum ... and I cannot help my mind from travelling to the actual scientific explanations of sleepwalking, and a particular form of it I myself experience on occasion called "hypnosomnambulism." It ain't all that peaceful ... trust me on that one.

I am reminded of a funny thing that happened long ago in my college days when all the "intellectuals" would gather at their campus hangouts. A rather dreamy-like student had in hand a book of poetry from which she read William Carlos William's short poem about chickens around a red wheelbarrow, commenting on the pastoral beauty of the image. David, a friend, totally upset the poor girl, pointing to the reality that had she ever lived in the country she might know what filthy, disgusting creatures chickens actually were in the most graphic detail. Much to the girl's dismay and fragile sensibilities, David and I had a great laugh over the whole thing, devils that we were.

Oh my. I am bad today ... but I trust that you have a pretty good grasp of my slightly twisted humor, and perhaps even get a chuckle out of my ever meandering thoughts.

Then again, as Frost put it speaking not of sleepwalkers, but young boys ... "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches." (from the poem, "Birches" ... Robert Frost: "When I see birches bend from left to right/across the lines of straighter, darker trees/I like to think some boy's been swinging them/but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay/ice storms do that/Often you must have seen them/a snowy winters morning after a storm/they click upon themselves as the breeze rises/ ..." you need to find it to read the whole thing -- nice passage about the boy swinging up toward heaven and then back toward earth ...

Snarky ... uh, I mean Carli

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WILDHONEYPIE1 1/12/2010 1:31PM

    Shivers (in a good way). Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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GINABUG 1/12/2010 12:38PM

    Ah, yes! Joe knows how to pick them -- and YOU, my friend know how to bring them to life. Thanks for sharing so generously of your personal journey, your hopes, your dreams/desires. Your compassionate presence and support in this community are a lifeline to me!

Blessings to you, Maha! YOU are never really asleep!


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