weeping beside
the pussy willows—
all those tears
over saying goodbye,
I wouldn’t uncry
a single one
Posts Tagged ‘breaking open’
One New Step
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, breaking open, endings, poem, poetry on May 16, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Interstellar
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, Joanna Macy, poem, poetry, prayer, star on December 4, 2018| 7 Comments »
The heart that breaks open can contain the whole universe.
—Joanna Macy
Give me a heart that breaks—
ears willing to hear the difficult news
and legs that do not choose to run from it.
Yes, give me a heart big enough
to accommodate a wrestling match inside,
a mind that knows no one wins a war,
hands that move to help no matter
what the mind might say.
Give me a heart that opens
long after it thinks it’s already open,
and lips that know when to listen.
Give me a heart that knows itself
as other hearts. Give me feet
that will stand when someone must stand
for justice. And a spine flexible enough
to turn and see all sides. Snow falls
on all my thoughts. It sometimes
takes a long time to melt, a long time
before I remember again to pray
to be open, to pray for a heart that breaks,
to notice the stars shining from the inside.
haiku not really about a glass, a vase
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, poem, poetry on July 12, 2015| 2 Comments »
Making the Ask
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged body, breaking open, compassion, heart, love, poem, prayer, service on June 19, 2013| 5 Comments »
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
—The Wizard of Oz
Give me a heart that breaks,
a heart that longs to open
wider and wider, always revealing
more space. Give me hands
that long to serve. Make them strong
enough to build what must be built.
Make them fall in love with letting go.
Make them unable to hurt. Give me a mind
that leans toward generosity. A tongue
that speaks in only we. Feet that run
toward those in need. Eyes
that see beneath the masks. Ears
that hear the silence
that is the staff for every sound. A nose
that follows the fragrance of truth.
Blood the same red as everyone else’s.
And give me a heart that breaks again
and again, the way ocean waves
break, unpredictable, an endless
breaking, an endless release,
in which nothing is ever really lost.
Three Continuations
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, haiku, loss, poem, poetry, prayer, release on October 23, 2012| 4 Comments »
losing all my leaves
I did not yet know I would
lose my roots too
*
chipped, this cup,
the wine in it
tastes no worse
*
chanting to the sky
long after the prayer ends
these hands still raised
A Long Farewell
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, Hemingway, peace, poem, poetry, rabbit brush, surrender, what is on August 31, 2012| 5 Comments »
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Dear World,
Thank you for breaking me.
The rabbit brush are in full bloom.
Yellow in the field. Yesterday
I mowed the edges of the drive
and as a matter of course
I mowed whatever rabbit brush
was in my path. The air
smelled so good then,
a clean, sharp scent,
almost like sage,
only softer.
I have not been very good.
I have not been very gentle.
I have not been very brave.
But I have been sincere.
And I have loved.
There was a time when
I wanted to weed all the rabbit brush
from the field. I wanted only field grass.
I would wait for it to rain for days,
then pull up as much rabbit brush as I could.
World, I have not been very good.
And you have broken me so perfectly—
always leading me to just the right place
for falling apart. World, how do you do that?
The rabbit brush always come back
and eventually I learned to leave them
wherever they leap up. And eventually I learned
to find them beautiful.
I have not been very gentle, world.
I have taken what I wanted, sometimes mercilessly.
And you take every opportunity to kill me,
sometimes with fear, sometimes
with great or small beauty.
Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.
Thousands of yellow hands
all waving each time I arrive.
World, I have not been very brave.
I am not like Hemingway. When the war comes
I try to hide. And still you come to kill me
like a warrior, like a soldier,
only much, much slower.
The rabbit brush does not mind drought.
It thrives in cracked, parched soil.
The rabbit brush does not mind the rain.
It thrives. It thrives.
I can’t say I like being broken, world.
I can’t say I like being killed.
But you do it so well and I do admire
your insuperable skill. Keep killing me,
world, keep breaking me. Keep finding
my flaws. Press until I crack.
I am broken, dying, thriving. I am waving
at you waving back.
Adrift
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, god, love, poem, poetry, unity on April 14, 2012| 2 Comments »
I imagine myself
an empty vase
and you
the water,
the flowers,
the blooming,
the wilting,
the returning
of emptiness,
and you the crack
fine and growing
in the way
I thought
I could hold
you in.
Though It Seems Crazy to Wish for It
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, blessings, breaking open, life, poems, poetry, radiance, video poem on March 13, 2012| 8 Comments »
After we break
we learn there is always
more to break
and
O
the more
we break the more
our light radiates
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breaking open, light, sun, tanka on December 3, 2011| 2 Comments »
Tanka after Reading Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche, “Prayer”
All the places her armor cracked
are left unmended.
Brighter now, she recalls
how she used to impugn the sun
when she could not feel the light.
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