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 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 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 staying generous and wide awake, even in difficult times. (Image: Pixabay) When the well(bone dry)needs filling —there is only one choice:create lushness,tend to joy.Resist the impulse to withdraw,insteadretreat only to fill your cupnot into caveor silent isolation.Stay wildly generous,even when hardto find places to draw from. Reach beyond edgeof what is clarified …
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A poem on cultivating the clearest version of ourselves. (Image: Brenkee, Pixabay) In life’s gardenmaster this:Germinationbringing forthall that is fruitful,fine-tuningcareful tendingslow, steady chordsof growth towards light. Reach newreference pointsto include the clearestmost uprightversion of self:wide awakehaving plumbed the depthsof soil and soul,the inner realmthat is also the outerreflection of lightreverberating in seeds and cellsand in …
A poem for the moments when feeling trapped by all things heavy and difficult. Image: Felix Mittermeier, Pixabay Rather than be trappedby any heavy weight,enter in as if into a tunnel.Dark, yesbut moving through to the other side. Along this way,find jewels in darkness.Hard to decipher,yet thereshimmering as diamondsin the rough. Look outwards nowtoward each …
A poem on becoming whole and free by reaching beyond perceived limitations. Image: Michael Gaida, Pixabay Withholding:that isn't a pathto freedominner or outer at all. Instead,risk sproutingstretch widebecome whole by not avoiding.Crack openin the reachbeyond what would devouryour outgrown smallness Where do you choose not to grow?Instead of holding back,better to take a great leapbeyond contractioncome into …
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 …
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