remember the why
because
it seems
you’re spending a lot of time
convincing yourself of
something
if divine love were water
it would be ice – impenetrably chilling
rattling your bones
cooling parched travellers
providing Arctic guidance to polar bears
solid is such love
floating in your filling cup
if divine love were water
it would be that which fills your body
your most ubiquitous possession
the fluid that moves inner universes
holding organs within their orbit
suspending your heart in rivers
cradling the unborn in a pond
if divine love were water
it would be bubbles that erupt in your kettle
causing steamy screams in preparation
for tea in the morning
for rice by midday
for your evening bath by candlelight
seas of petals and oils and salts and skins
if divine love were water
it would pacify you
indulge you
heal you
cool you
awe you
fill you
I said I’d be up early today. I got up late and dozed in and out and got up even later. I said I wouldn’t eat late… but I definitely had a cookie close to midnight. I said I’d develop a writing practice – everyday, write for 30 minutes. I have yet to start. I said I’d spend more time in devotion, in ceremony with my Beloved. I have yet to craft the time. I said I’d workout, move my body, lighten its density. I have yet to start… re-start? I have said many things, many, many things: do more of this, less of that, create more this, spend more time with that. So many intentions. But here I am at 7:30 am knowing the only thing I have time for is a quick morning page, another quick meditation, a quick card pull… I’d like to slow down. Create my own vacuum, allow myself the grace to be in presence, where all the doing feeds my being. Where can I start?
f o r g i v e n e s s
Perhaps now it is time to view all my lovely intentions as less of correcting errors and flaws, and more of perfecting a masterpiece.
2021 words: flow, refinement
guiding affirmation: I free up that which is perfect within me
There was a young man who said, “God
Must think it exceedingly odd,
If He finds that this tree
Continues to be
When there’s no one around in the Quad.”
Dear Sir,
Your astonishment’s odd.
I am always about in the Quad.
And that’s why the tree
Will continue to be
Since observed by
Yours faithfully,
God
I want to be light
Light like a hummingbird
Poised in the air
Dancing feathers before
An open iris
Teasing
Flitting
Light like the feathers that leave
Its bijou body and float through the sky
To graze dewy grounds
Weightless
Light like the rays of sunbeams
That escape through its wings
Casting shadows in its wake
Emitting rays and shadows
And rays and shadows
And rays and shadows
There is no question of presence
There is no question of this divinity
It is where it is
And it is held and free
And purposeful and unengaged
And certain and knowing
Of spirit
Of birthright
Of place
Of necessity
Of responsibility
Of love
So when I say I want to be light
Perhaps I already
Am
(photo credit: unknown)
every teardrop softens you
despite the weight of emotion
that accompanies them
so cry, baby, cry
let your own weight cradle you into tenderness
life carries with it a great many paradoxes
yours is to feel and experience
it is a privilege even the angels
are jealous of
may your voice hover
steadily as your lips form
and tongue widen
to pray
may your skin be palpable
so your dense humanness
becomes your flotation
may you ascend
as you become your own
light
darkness lingers outside
and the cacophony of chorus commences
before dawn cracks
the avian gods
hurl vocal chantings
one to another –
gliding from pole line to tree branch
calling and cajoling
losing themselves
into the essence
of a slowly awakening earth