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Love says, ‘I am everything.’
Wisdom says, ‘I am nothing.’
Between these two my life flows.
–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

It is enough today
to walk. The road
is gravel. To the left,
dry fields. To the right,
dry grass and sage. Cottonwoods
line the wash. The time
was once when steeper
was better and faster
was the only way.
I was not happier then,
only faster. I still
throw my arms
up to the sky
and say here,
here I am, here I am.
My heart, seeing
the crow silhouetted
against the sun
still rises, nearly bursts
with strange joy.
Oh wings!
The old apple tree
beside the road
drops a misshapen apple
into my hand. Yellow
and tart, it is sweeter
than the bitterness of longing.
I eat it all.

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which is worse
to walk the aspen
knowing they will die
or to not walk
the aspen?

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on the table
the shadow of smoke
from the candle
how many other ghosts
do I not see in this room?

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which is better
loving you although
it hurts, or
well, there are, it seems
no other options

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strange, even after
the door disappeared, jamb, too
I still stand
in the middle of openness
hands clasped around a knob

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In the field
the ache of brokenness
is less.
Everything here
is broken.
Ground. Stems.
Sound.
I could bear
almost anything
I think
if I sit here long enough
alone
in tall dry grass
with the sun
slung low
and still warm
enough,
the wind
stirring the air
and carrying
my thoughts
some other where
till all that is left
is sky mind
and sky
a field
a winging shadow
passing through
my shadow.

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Through a beautiful spiraling of circumstances, I was led to Catherine Ghosh’s blog, Journey of the Heart, which celebrates what a poem can do–how it can bring us together and lead us toward the divine.

Thank you to my friend Cathy Casper and her brother and his friends who helped introduce me to this site …

One of my poems from a few weeks ago is featured there, today, with beautiful artwork and an introduction … thank Catherine, for your lovely work, for the ways you’re stirring the human heart!

http://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2012/10/oh-world-i-love-you-by-rosemerry.html

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Stillness, I say I want you.
Pond with no wrinkle. Hanging

leaf with no breeze. Mind with
no wheel of thought.

I say please teach me and then
rail against you. Squirm and reach

and whirl. In the quiet field,
I make of myself a wind.

In the silent blue room, I sing.
I climb the balcony with a tambourine

instead of sitting in the garden below.
Stillness, how I rub against you.

The heat builds the longer I sit.
I am sand paper against you. I am

bell. I am red. I am mint. Stillness,
the teachers say you are here

beneath the veils of do and must.
I listen and think I know what they mean.

I turn you into a thought. Stillness,
you leak through this carrying on.

Stillness, I wrestle myself till I sweat.
I shout your name, Stillness, as if

you were deaf. Stillness,
where are you? And where are you not?

The dawn and the night move with you.
I keep bumping against, what?

Oh Stillness, I’m laughing. There you
were in the question, but I went on

with my wondering, my want.

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Inquiry

I have been living
closer to darkness
than I thought.
See how my shadow
is longer than the woman
who makes it. It moves
with me at the same pace,
every step.

I have tried to push back
the darkness. I have tried
to hold only light.
As if it were a war.
As if to be in darkness
were bad. And who is it
that is afraid of the dark?
And what would happen
if I let it swallow me whole?

I walk out into the night.
I look up. The light
on the corner gets in the way.
It is a long time
before I see the stars.

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The Things We Do

It’s fall
and the mice
make their way
into the kitchen,
one time
five in a night.
They find
a hole
in the floor
beneath the sink
where the pipes
come up.
I do not know
if they are driven
by hunger
or warmth,
but I do know
how I hate
the sound
of the trap
as it snaps,
how cruel
it feels
to prefer
my comfort
over theirs.
I wonder
if it’s just
because they are small
that I can justify
the act.
I wonder
where the line is,
how big
would be
too big.
I force myself
to look
at their eyes
still bright
as I take them
out into
the night.

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Walking in Two Worlds at Once: A playshop that leaps between outer and inner realms

Mancos Library
October 16, 6:30 – 8:30 p.m.
FREE

Chink. Chink. That’s the sound of our hearts breaking open to show a bit of who we are. Ouch! And oh! In this workshop, we’ll explore how we—and the poems we write—can sometimes walk in two worlds at once: a sensual, physical world—the world of robinsong, blizzard, snakeskin and mud; and also a world of emotional memory, a world dedicated to meaning making—the world we inhabit when we dream, imagine and feel.

With play and practice, reading, writing and sharing, we’ll do a little balancing act of our own, leaping from the inner world to the glittering or glumsome details of the outer world and back again. And again. Bring your pen and paper, bring chocolate, bring your beating heart and your best friend, too. Most of all, bring your clear-witted awareness that we’re all walking on the edge of impermanence. Come to frolic with words and be willing to lose them, too.

contact Kate Kearns, kearnsiskate@gmail.com

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Lost in Motherland: Writing to Discover Who We Are(n’t)

Wilkinson Public Library
October 27, 10-2
FREE

Motherhood changes things. Amidst the blessings and the challenges, we transform. As one mother put it, “With my first child, I lost my interests. With my second child, I lost my identity.” How do we lean into motherhood’s paradoxical blend of miracle and loss? Writing can help. As James Pennebroke writes in Opening Up, writing “clears the mind” and helps us “understand and reorient our complicated lives” and “helps keep our psychological compass oriented.”

In this four-hour program, local mothers and writers Ellen Marie Metrick and Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer lead other mothers in a writing practice that includes a lot more than just writing. What happens when we ask, “Who am I?” As Ramana Maharshi says, “The purpose of that question is not to find an answer but to dissolve the questioner.” What’s that supposed to mean? Come play.

Everyone welcome. No previous writing experience necessary. For those who have taken this workshop previously, the material will be all new. Registration is required. The program is free.

For More Information: Contact Paula, 970-728-4519.

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Walking in Two Worlds at Once: A playshop that leaps between outer and inner realms

Brush, Colorado Morgan Community College
Nov. 9, 12-1:30
FREE

Chink. Chink. That’s the sound of our hearts breaking open to show a bit of who we are. Ouch! And oh! In this workshop, we’ll explore how we—and the poems we write—can sometimes walk in two worlds at once: a sensual, physical world—the world of robinsong, blizzard, snakeskin and mud; and also a world of emotional memory, a world dedicated to meaning making—the world we inhabit when we dream, imagine and feel.

With play and practice, reading, writing and sharing, we’ll do a little balancing act of our own, leaping from the inner world to the glittering or glumsome details of the outer world and back again. And again. Bring your pen and paper, bring chocolate, bring your beating heart and your best friend, too. Most of all, bring your clear-witted awareness that we’re all walking on the edge of impermanence. Come to frolic with words and be willing to lose them, too.

For more information, contact Rachel Kellem, 970.542.3203

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The Weight of the Unknown: Writing from the unconstricted throat

November 10, 10 a.m. – 4 p.m.
Weehawken Arts, Ridgway
$85.00 for Weehawken Members and $93 for Non-Members

We live in a culture that wants to know—we chart, graph, test, outline, classify, name and judge. But what of all the messiness, mystery and unruly potential that breeds beneath our longing for certainty? What would happen when we engage, as Adrienne Rich writes, with “the weight of the unknown, the untracked, the unrealized?” In this workshop we’ll explore how we might draw strength from “the great muscle of metaphor,” launching our poems and ourselves into the vast realm of possibility.

In this workshop, we’ll read poems that lead us deeper into paradox and write our own explorations of what if and what else. Let’s see what even a small bit of wonder might do …

Call Weehawken Creative Arts at 970.318.0150 or visit Weehawken online at http://www.weehawkenarts.org for more information or to register.


Moving with the Muse: Yoga and Poetry Daylong Retreat

December 2
Grand Junction, CO
Details TBA … email wordwoman@mesa.net with questions

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Four Fallings

empty the trees
and thousands of lily bulbs
not yet bloomed—
in my heart
still spring

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floating into the pond
the cottonwood leaves—
each one a boat
I would ride in
with you

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for some things
it is too late, some nests
will never be built—
every hummingbird
is gone

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I have wanted
to love you perfectly
petal after petal—
now I just want
to love you

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