Thursday, March 05, 2009
SONNETS TO ORPHEUS: II, 12 (stanza 1)
Desire change. Be enthusiastic for that flame
in which a thing escapes your grasp
while it makes a glorious display of transformation.
That designing Spirit, the master mind of all things on earth
loves nothing so much in the sweeping movement of the dance
as the turning point.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Br. David Steindl-Rast
Wanted to get this poem posted before losing it. I'll comment it on it later...right now, I'm going to lay this body down, hoping to fight that bug that's trying hard to invade this organism!
To be continued!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Light that shines through Jalaluddin Rumi's words is absolutely astounding to me.
"(Your hands) will come to find they hold everything you want." The Divine offers me this gift. I have only to accept.
"(Your hands) would no longer lift anything to your mouth that might wound...." Oh my, yet another reminder of the importance of the control of the palate.
"The power that made the universe will enter your sinew" tells me of the power available to me if I just BELIEVE.
"Exuberant is existence...love goes mad with the blessings." I'm speechless with the image and reality of this.
"The torture's rack of the past and the future" indeed!
"Forget any sounds or touch you know that did not help you dance. " What a perfect philosophy and Way of Life!!!
Thank you for gracing our souls with the truth that it's ALL Love:
THAT LIVES IN US
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land –
that sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and the future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear – to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
Monday, February 23, 2009
I awakened on this quiet late winter morning, beginning this day sitting and doing some pranayama. I promised myself yesterday that I would be gentle and kind to myself today as my special offering to me.
Two special gifts I'm offering myself today are ~~
~ Speak with the Research Department of the AR Legislative Council about allocating a portion of the lottery bill revenue (100% designated for education) to prisoner education
~ Begin the advanced Spanish program at the university language lab
I'm deeply grateful for so much -- the gifts of spiritual teachers who point the way, vibrant health, friends (cyber and 3-D all over the world) to share the journey, MORE than enough resources to live comfortably and then some, numerous options on how to live it out, second language skill which gives me the opportunity to communite with over 4 million Spanish-speaking souls on the planet, the joy of service...and SO MUCH MORE.
I often find myself sad and anxious, surveying the local and global world about me with all the violence, chaos, greed and suffering and so I especially appreciate the reminder of friend Cynthia's birthday poem (which I have posted on my computer desk!), penned by e e cummings:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Starlings in Winter
Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays)
Monday, February 16, 2009
It's clear I'm at one of the MANY crossroads in my life of traversing the planet for almost 67 years. It's scary and confusing and difficult...and joyful and mysterious and exciting. So many things are in the balance, including my future in Ecuador. My dear friend and kindred spirit Annie is visiting and we are in dialogue about these "passages" in our lives. I recall my friend Patti in Kauai saying, "Just invite!" and I think that this *inviting* in a way stamps out the fear and opens my heart to welcome whatever comes.
An intrepid traveler, poet and mystic, Irishman John O'Donohue has expressed my heart's desire. I invite you to sit with this wisdom. May it herald the arrival of the NEW for us all!
It's All Love,
FOR A NEW BEGINNING
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
-- John O'Donohue
(To Bless the Space Between Us)
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