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No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.

All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every little thing.

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire.

What disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.

What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.

Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.

Even with summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.

All those years
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.

All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.

All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.

And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.

Silence and winter
have led me to that
otherness.

So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.

We speak
only with the voices of those
we can hear ourselves
and the body has a voice
only for that portion
of the body of the world
it has learned to perceive.

And
here
in the tumult
of the night
I hear the walnut
above the child’s swing
swaying
its dark limbs
in the wind
and the rain now
come to
beat against my window
and somewhere
in this cold night
of wind and stars
the first whispered
opening of
those hidden
and invisible springs
that uncoil
in the still summer air
each yet
to be imagined
rose.

~David Whyte~
River Flow: New and Selected Poems

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Silence

Wassertropfen

after you hold tight to the story
you may want to re-write it
but words don’t come

they don’t ask you to
change the belief
honor the pain
forgive yourself
or any other

the night is heavy
the day is light
it doesn’t matter

tell me what you’ve lost
I will surely tell you what you’ve found

you don’t have to die to ride
the softest wave
back home

floating on your back
letting life carry you

back to a nameless place
where Life sustains you

invisibly with its seamless love
weaving through your days
and nights

it’s not waiting for your gratitude
or your forgiveness
or your redemption

Innocence waits for nothing

It has no opinion of your story
holds no grudges,
makes no conclusion
knows nothing of your suffering

Innocence doesn’t age or remember
Holds no deep pockets filled with unending rules
It carries only one inherent knowing:
it knows the wholeness

It will ask only one thing of you,
that you be willing to hear it’s resounding chorus

It’s a sound like nothing at all
it sounds like
                                          stillness.

©heartsdeesire

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At first, I gave thought to posting a poem in honor of Thanksgiving tomorrow.  I approached my book tower that stands in a corner of my bedroom.  It contains about 50 books on poetry and spirituality.  I held my hand out and let it sweep over the books like an energetic wand and let it draw me to just the right book.  My energetic wand didn’t choose poetry instead it led me to a spiritual book!  I’ve not quoted this spiritual author before.  I’ll post my personal comments directly below the excerpt.

Let us begin where we are at this particular moment and let our spiritual unfoldment begin with the understanding that since God is the principle of this universe, it is perfect.  A star is a star; a rose is a rose; a dog is a dog is a dog; and the moon is a moon is a moon is a moon; but let us not call them good, and let us not call them bad: Let us call them by their names—star, rose, dog, moon—and we shall find that God will reveal their nature to us and the correct place and function they are to occupy in our experience.

What creates and perpetuates humanhood is the pairs of opposites—the belief that flowers are good but that weeds are evil, the belief that robins are good but the bugs on the rose bushes are evil.

In proportion as we keep our minds free of judgments, it functions without concepts, so that when the principles of life come into expression, they come through as they did through Einstein, as pure law.   … Sit in the Silence with no judgment—not trying to get rid of a disease, not trying to overcome a sin, and not trying to destroy a fear, but just sitting there in a vacuum of God’s grace—the truth comes through in its purity.

~Joel Goldsmith, The Thunder of Silence  (March 10, 1892–June 17, 1964)  author, spiritual teacher, mystic and founder of the Infinite Way

After I transcribed this, I was listening to the sounds of my teenage son outside, pleading with his friend to continue playing with him and the friend refusing.  Historically, this wouldn’t bode well.  I just stopped and took a moment and sat in that vacuum of God’s grace where I let myself not judge it.  My whole body relaxed into it, as I could feel the places that had held the judging thought of what would happen, just melt away.

The next thing my ears heard was laughter between my son and his friend.  Regardless of the outcome, I can sit in this vacuum of God’s grace in any given holy instant.  God, I just LOVE that!

 

 

 

 

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Continuing along the lines of my last post, Becoming, yesterday the word was Love.  So the hand on the heart pledge to myself was because I am not afraid, I will step into my greatness, I will step into all that I really am and I will experience my Love.  I will bring this Love to all that I do today.  If faced with a challenging situation, I will ask:
What would Love bring to this situation?
I noted it didn’t have to be a challenging situation, it could just be an unwanted thought.  Yesterday I had a scary thought, so I asked what would Love bring to this thought?  Scary thought went poof into the ethers because I was no longer giving any thought to it.
Today the word is wisdom.  In the shower today, I had another scary thought.  Now wisdom really requires me to step up my game here so to speak, because we are talking about identity here.  What am I giving the “I am” to?  Wisdom asked: what was I giving myself to in the scary thought?  The I am, the identity statement was I am not a good enough Mom which is really long hand for “bad Mom”.  First of all, wisdom said: does a “bad” Mom worry about whether she is good enough?  Hmmm, I don’t think so.  But let’s grant the belief anyway, even if it is making less sense by the second.  Wisdom said, Be Still and let yourself be open to receiving the knowledge that you are a loving, caring, good Mom.  And in the shower, I was “flooded” – how appropriate, eh? for being in the shower – with memories and images of all the Kodak moments of me as a wonderful Mom and all the accompanying feelings that go with wonderful, loving, caring, and present Mom.
Wisdom said: it’s up to you now which Mom you want to give yourself to.  You get to be on your side, you also get to be not on your side.  It’s your call.  Yes, it is always my call.  And today it’s a no brainer, of course I’m on my side.  But I’ve had my moments where it wasn’t a no brainer, I went with being not on my side.  Those are the moments I will now bring surrender to.  When I can’t do it by myself, I call to Something greater than me.  I don’t know what that Something is but I know it’s there and I know it’s benevolent and I know it’s on my side.  Surrender itself is being on my side, too.  Anyway I can get there, that’s where I point my compass.
Thank you wisdom or as Alanis Morissette would say: thank you clarity, thank you silence.

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