Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I have no time to comment on this passage which I love so and comprises an important part of my daily philosophy of life. So I will simply leave it with you, hoping that Whitman speaks to you in that place that touches your soul as well!
This is what you should do:
Love the earth and sun and animals,
despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants,
argue not concerning God,
have patience and indulgence toward the people...
reexamine all you have been told in school or church or in any book,
dismiss what insults your very soul,
and your flesh shall become a great poem.
~ Walt Whitman ~
(Excert from Preface to 1855 edition, Leaves of Grass) www.panhala.net/Archive/what_you_sho
Saturday, March 13, 2010
In reading and celebrating the poetry and prose of SparkFriends recently -- including that of Azimat and Usha, Sandra and Gina, among others -- I'm reminded that it has been a long time since I've penned either prose or poetry. I say it's because I'm engrossed in school, but this could also be "grist for the mill" if I chose it to be so.
I do, however, feel as though it could well be a sign of a light hidden under a bushel...that I need to retrieve and reignite. Maybe it's that same quashing of spirit that is resulting in my lack of impetus for grabbing hold of the downward spiral of wellness-serving behavior.
There's a poem by my hero Mary Oliver that I keep on hand, to encourage and buoy me in my writing aspirations. I share it now, and then below them I will include some my pieces,sharing them with my SparkCommunity, as a way of saying, "Here I am and from here I can take off...and begin moving that spiral upward again!"
I want to make poems that say right out, plainly,
what I mean, that don't go looking for the
laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to
keep close and use often words like
heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish
the question mark and her bold sister
the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I
want to write while crossing the fields that are
fresh with daises and everlasting and the
ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of
the bread of heaven and the
cup of astonishment; let them be
songs in which nothing is neglected,
not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems
that look into the earth and the heavens
and see the unseeable. I want them to honor
both the heart of faith, and the light of the world;
the gladness that says, without any words, everything.
~ Mary Oliver ~
I wrote this after one of many bike rides, during which I would have the repeated sighting of a great blue heron gracing me with its presence:
Roadside attraction --
Lounging blue heron
sunning in the bayou.
~ Maha ~
After some yoga asanas --
After stretching beyond familiar reaches
The body rests
As the spirit recharges
Preparing for more movement
Outside of the known and comfortable places --
Within and without
~ Maha ~
The Labyrinth at St. Scholastica, November 2009
I greet the sun-of-my-soul
in the morningtide
praying for the balance not to topple,
for wisdom to chart,
for patience to move mindfully
at the day's bidding.
I keep moving...
Through the labyrinth of my life,
one foot in front of the other,
trudging inside soul boundaries,
at times full of grace,
other times calling for mercy.
~ Maha ~
The Pond at St. Scholastica, November 2009
I skipped around the murky pond
noticing circles outlined in the water
but not seeing the source.
I reflect on my murky mind
as I skip through life...
at how I find myself
plopped smack-dab in the middle
of Circles of Wonder...
without an inkling, really,
~ Maha ~
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Many of you know I am back in university, this time pursuing a degree in Spanish. I'm sure I have a "corazon latino," because I'm so deeply drawn to Hispanic culture and people.
Octavio Paz was a Mexican writer, poet, and diplomat, and the winner of the 1990 Nobel Prize for Literature. I'm so *in love* with his approach to the arts...and this piece so beautifully depicts his gift.
I dedicate this lovely poem to all of my women friends here, all of us fighting the good fight toward optimal health of our body-mind-spirit entity...with all that this means to each of us individually...and collectively.
Honoring each of you with love,
("Less Talent, More Skin" -- a CNN headline about the Miss America pageant)
NO MORE CLICHES
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To your manufactured fantasy.
But today I won't make one more Cliches.
And write this poem to you.
No, no more cliches.
This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.
This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new day
Battles for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.
Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.
From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more cliches.
~ Octavio Paz ~
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
I classify Rob Brezsny as a "crazy wisdom teacher," a Tibetan Buddhist term. Perhaps you'll have a better understanding of why I call him that if you listen to his "Prayer for Us."
...from PRONOIA is the Antidote for Paranoia, by Rob Brezsny
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