Posted in Uncategorized on July 4, 2011| 1 Comment »
If
it could
have happened
a different
way
it
would
have
but
it
didn’t
and
here
we
are
even
now
it
happens
*this is another 84 on centration, the idea that the energy from the birth of the universe is coursing through us, gathering all of itself into the birth of each new being.
Posted in Uncategorized on July 3, 2011| 1 Comment »
Open me.
Not just the heart
but the all of me
so that when
I rise in the morning
the song of the birds
enters me and I am the song.
Let me meet the breeze
with even less resistance
than the dancing leaves
and let me feel how
I am the breeze.
Erase the word mine
from these lips
and replace it
with nothing.
Posted in Uncategorized on July 2, 2011| 1 Comment »
Transcendence is often a necessity.
—Brian Swimme, “The Powers of the Universe,” EnlightenNext
The sweetest fruit
comes from
the orchard floor,
strewn with apricots so ripe
they have yielded
to the weight
of their own juice.
What we choose
to do with our weight.
The fall,
says my teacher,
is more painful
the higher we go.
And fall, she says,
we will.
Let me use my weight,
then, as apricots do,
as sweet proof
that some make it
through the frost.
And when I fall,
let me fall as apricots do,
with full surrender to falling.
Posted in Uncategorized on July 1, 2011| 1 Comment »
My daughter says,
“Mom, me never live
in clouds before.”
She is two.
“Do you want to?”
I ask her.
“Mm hmm,” she says.
And I, too, want
to inhabit a world
I have never lived in before—
want to live in the inner sky,
in each note of the song
as it unwinds
from the breath,
in the silence after,
in the world
that can never be spoken.
I want to root out
everything I know
and live in that empty garden
where the only thing
that blooms is what is.
My daughter
moves on to chatter
about how girls
swallow rocks.
“Makes me cough,”
she says. And I wonder
how many rocks
even now
are rattling
in my throat.