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 diving through layers, finding the place you’ve stayed above. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) When light searchesfor lake’s deep endfinding water unclearuncover insteadsoft coil of protectionswirling in darkness,only occasionally seeingupwards glow. Here, in this meeting pointwhere light greets shadowunknowndiscover something deeperbeyond the place you’ve stayed above.Dive through layers to ever-shiftingend (never fixed)and be surprisedat what lies stillwaiting to be …
A poem on transformation and change, and the practice of choosing a long view. Image: Adina Voicu on Pixabay Next time under sky:Pause.Tilt head high,eyes slanted just soin order to seeslow-rolling cloudsglidemirror of life(and we with it)movingjust as the ancestors did:succession of generationseach makingan indelible markcrossing this world. Some tread softly,light with little markothers: stormy, …
A poem on the moment of choice when faced with change. Image: Susan Lu4esm, Pixabay Every season has its blessing,even the one that is cold and dark.When that moment comesto turn the wheel of changeresistand suffer from the stayingor hug closechoosing the unfamiliarand wait. If we stay insidetoo longprotectedeclipsingdraw of icy moonwe begin to feeltug …
A poem about impermanence. Photo: CocoaParisienne on Pixabay Everything is impermanent —each bodylifethought,like shiftingsandsin windreachingonly to findeach thingalready changed. This too shall pass.In this fleeting truth:find presence,be in lovewith what unfoldsnow,even when difficult.There is no stayingsame. Integrateall sidesrememberinglife is lightand shadow,diving into bothunderstand eachas essentialfor other to exist.Here,in this ever-changing placebeyondand betweenuncoverthe brightest jewels. ✾
Sometimes, death offers bittersweet reminders. Photo: Deborah McNamara (Rhea and Nick, 1959) “I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, or even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to …
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Deb McNamara 