Saturday, May 26, 2018
more than once, more than twice..
the seduction of a hummingbird
faster than the speed of light
The hummingbird: a seduction
(to be read aloud lustily)
If I were a female hummingbird perched still
and quiet on an upper myrtle branch
in the spring afternoon, and if you were a male
alone in the whole heaven before me, having parted
yourself, for me, from cedar top and honeysuckle stem
and earth down, your body hovering in midair
far away from jewelweed, thistle, and bee-balm;
And if I watched how you fell, plummeting before me,
and how you rose again and fell, with such mastery
that I believed for a moment you were the sky,
and the red marked-bird diving inside your circumference
was just the physical revelation of the light’s
most perfect desire;
And if I saw your sweeping and sucking
performance of swirling egg and semen in the air,
the weaving, twisting vision of red petal
and nectar and soaring rump, the rush of your wing
in its grand confusion of arcing and splitting
created completely out of nothing just for me;
Then when you came down to me, I would call you
my own spinning bloom of ruby sage, my funneling
the storm of sunlit sperm and pollen, my only breathless
piece of scarlet sky, and I would bless the base
of each of your feathers and touch the tine
Of string muscle binding your wings and taste
the odor of your glistening oils and hunt
the honey in your crimson flare,
and I would take you and take you and take you
deep into any kind of nest you ever wanted.
~ Pattiann Rogers
Song of the World Becoming:
New and Collected Poems, 1981-2001
there is something that pulls your eye..
some flash and flicker
some fast and vast verve of air..
whish and woosh
some clickity ratcheting clackity
up and down and inside out
that glints in the ear
as well as an eyeful..
and before you know it..
the ascent of some
rises higher and loftier
than you'd ever imagine that
this delicate winged harlequin
could and should and would -
rocketing thru space
without so much
as a flip
of a whip
a nose dive..
aiming for the
very center of our earth
and it is..
as a winged version of Eros..
( the asteroid that comes nearer
to this planet than any celestial body..
except the moon)
to shower its brilliant boldness
on the chosen princess
one brisk short reverb..
like the beginning of a fire alarm
caught in mid sentence..
an electric staccato hey!
pitched high and mighty as the flight itself..
look alive, my beauty!
the quick deep dip into the tail feathers
faster than the speed of light
Friday, May 18, 2018
my sis and i got into a tussle..
not unusual for siblings..
this was not the biting, scratching, hitting kind..
we did not bonk each other on the head
with our dolls or books..
our tussle was the tussle of words..
stinging our four ears
suddenly saddening our hearts
pinpricks afflicted without mindful consideration..
our tussle was a tussle of points of view,
of opinions for and against..
and as we parted, they hung heavy
in the "brightening air"
i, for one, slept on barbs
trying my best to get comfortable
with my own voice..
the next morning i received this in a newsletter from
W. A. I. T. Why Am I Talking?
It asks us to check our assumptions and motivations before we open our mouths. It requires us to honor the humanity of those with whom we're in conversation with - to be honest, humble and compassionate.
Is what we have to say actually in service to the greater good?
Below are four questions, known in Buddhism as the Four Gates
of Speech. These questions can help us wait before speaking to help foster understanding and connection.
1) Is it true?
Determining truth is more than ensuring a lack of outright deceit. It involves releasing narratives, filters, biases and evaluations. We're asked to observe what actually has transpired, watching out for conditioned tendencies.
2) Is it necessary?
Is it useful? Will voicing it, in Gandhi's words, "improve upon silence?"This question can help us keep our ego in check. We're invited to keep the big picture in mind - to distinguish between our capacity to add more detail, to correct, object... in the moment from what will lend to the most good in the long run.
3) Is it kind?
Similar to the concept of ahimsa in yoga, this question highlights the importance of doing no harm. Will sharing further connections with others? Will everyone's dignity be upheld? We're asked to do our due diligence in proceeding with care and compassion.
4) Is now the right time to say it?
On a practical level this can look like making sure folks have the time and are in a good place to digest what we have to say. This can also look like checking to see if we're really the ones who should be taking up air time in the moment. Are there other voices that deserve to be heard? It can also be useful to consider if actively listening would be more beneficial.
holy mackerel! - did it resonate..
sharing this w/ my sis ~
we discovered our great and mighty ability
to blurt without alert..
making promises to one another that
..in the future..
we would hold or bite our tongues
of course, also knowing without a doubt..
we would find ourselves in another tussle down the road..
after all, what are sisters for?
pulling out william stafford's
the way it is
for a wee bit of solace
i opened straight away to next time
and heard him say ...plain as day ~
here you go, darlin'..
next time what i'd do is look at
the earth before saying anything. i'd stop
just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
or to the air being still.
when anyone talked to me, whether
blame or praise or just passing time,
i'd watch the face, how the mouth
had to work, and see any strain, any
sign of what lifted the voice.
and for all, i'd know more -- the earth
bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over
forest and water, and for every person
the body glowing inside the clothes
like a light.
sharing all this with the yoginis of thursday morn -
after a full, fine practice of ujjayi breath
to make clean and clear our throat chakras,
airing out our heart chakras ~
this beauty from yet another wise website
placed in the ring of the palm..
gracing the open waiting heart..
by Martha Postlethwaite
Do not try to serve
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is yours alone to sing
falls into your open cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to the world
so worthy of rescue.
the world is listening for our silence..
Saturday, May 12, 2018
single brush stroke
orb of mindfulness
embodying the unity
of all things -
the endless boundless
transformation of the all..
an inclusive sphere
hidden and visible
simple and profound
beginning and end
empty and full
one full and empty circle
often in the yoga practice..
we focus on the ring of the palm..
our very own
(if we own anything!)
of the palm..
the band that encircles
the heart of the palm -
our tool of reciprocity ~
downward facing dog
full arm balance
o so many
earth touch postures
brings us hand to heart to clay
o ye practitioners of yoga!
what a blessing we receive..
what a blessing we bestow..
* LIKE ROOTS
our hands imbibe like roots,
so i place them on what is beautiful
in this world.
and i fold them in prayer,
draw from the heavens
~ st. francis
no one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.
* THAT LIVES IN US
if you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
if you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land --
the sacred earth that is your body.....
exhuberant is existence, time a husk.
when the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with blessings...
tenderly, i now touch all
knowing one day we will
~ st, john of the cross
in my studies of late i have come across
the most sensual, tender and awake expression -
opening the hand of thought
- coined by kosho uchiyama
here is his meaning :
dwelling here and now in this reality,
letting go of all the accidental things
that arise in the mind opens the hand of thought.
and his practice poem -
like a sunbeam on a bright autumn morning,
i would like to become completely one,
body and mind,
with transparent, wholehearted practice.
and holding it tight, tight, tight..
becomes mere storytelling which we claim as truth -
our truth and nothing but the truth so help me...
imagine! the clear sky of samadhi..
releasing our grasp on thought
opening the hand of thought
we practice thusly,
and the ring of the palm
lotus basket of generosity ~
the full and empty circle of life
* poetry from
love poems from god