A poem on giving and receiving the gift of brightness. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) Consider: What is your relationship with light?Have you bathed sufficientlyin heat and brightness?Baring skinbreathing through pores — delicious illuminationlike no other. It matters notwhat season you find yourself in. Here, receive: skin mixing with the luminousSun’s touch pervadeseach time reminder of where we come fromlong ago. We are a …
A poem on receiving each lesson when facing our mistakes. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) The momentwhen we think we have failed,this is where the true work begins. When arriving here,do lessreceiveeach lesson,an invitationrecognizing something new. Draw a boundaryaround what is yoursto metabolize,shed the reststillopen to feedbacksoft,malleableseeing selfthrough eyes of others… Reckon with this spacethe place where …
A poem on working with shadow, seeing beyond our own perspectives, and moving into where we most need to grow. (Image: JPlenio on Pixabay) When encountering a blind spot:pause, listen,go slowly hereso as not to miss true gift of peeringinto what is not yet seen. Inner world and outer: discerning what is our ownfree of shadowand projection, unbound by habitand conditioning,land …
A poem on transforming longing. (Image: JPlenio on Pixabay) When you find yourselflooking for love, searchingscrollingfor next best thingnever arriving — rather just be hereexactly this shapeperfectly landing. Rather than lookingfor love, be in love.See the ways you already arenow, within love swimming seamlessly in this beauty-drenched worldbeckoning play, delightsavoring each taste, fully arrived. Be in love here in this place, even when longingfor more or different. Lean longinto …
A poem on letting your heart break, falling in love with a million details of the here and now. (Image: DeltaWorks, Pixabay) In moments when dullnesstakes root spreading greyand flat dis-ease,look aroundask yourself: are there not millions of detailsto fall in love within this moment and this and this and this…? Instead of lovingthese million details,do you stay bland(afraid, restless)shaky vulnerabilityrumbling …
A poem on recognizing our perfect imprint in this world. (Image: Beggeb, Pixabay) Mark of freedom:soft gazeeyes lines smiling,skin around mouthlike topaz in sunlightreaching upward toward sky. Be this freeawarenessdiscoveringsacred alchemythat is often unrecognizedyet still shines forth, galaxiesfrom which all things springeven right here, now. Feel this:life’s ocean infinite swirling in every moleculeforming body’s perfect imprint in this momentunderstandfreedom …
A poem on coming to know the parts of ourselves that have been submerged. (Photo: JPlenio, Pixabay) Come to know these parts:selfsubmergedemerging,mixing with shadowsfinding freest version intimateeven with what has been cast off. What was disowned in order to survive?Find out.Call this back now,offer a seatdraw in what is neededrounding the circlein unionintegratingwholenessin service of truth. Tend …
A poem on cycles of life and death, and the indelible effects of separation from those we love. (Image: JPlenio on Pixabay) Life plucks us when it is our time.Like the solodesertbloom:we are called to open towards the heat of lifeand then to closeat the perfect momentof day’s endinto cool, dark, expanseof infinity. In nature(as in life)there are never two …
A poem on bringing your best self. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) Germination of any great work:an arduous process bringing forth(continually) the Good into reality. Here,resistance too oftentakes rootobscuringresponsibilitywhen called to undertakeany aspect of life’s hardest tasks. In these moments reckon with what’s greater than ego,choose a loosening of self into service.The deepest purpose here:illumine beauty,smoothing away dust recovering submerged wisdomrising to the surface like a thousand small gems, sitting briefly …
A poem on choosing love, and forgiving the times we live in fear. (Image: Rita E. on Pixabay) When fear holdsgreater forcethan love,forgive.Recognize:we are either in loveor separated from love. Find out what is true. Each moment, fear or loveintegration or separationpulling closer or apartas if layer of skinpeeled awaytruly feel,come back to selfearth forming cradlelarge as lifeholding you right here. …
Deb McNamara 