I spent the day in deep listening,
laid heart and soul bare
before daring wayfarers
who walk this path with me.
I danced with the trees,
looked up to the sun
reached out to the water
felt down to the earth
breathed in the wind
and out my fears.
I transformed from closed and scared
to fluid and light body
loving song through the forest
at top of lungs fearlessly.
To whomever says heaven
isn’t on earth:
I have something to share…
Today I came close.
What causes the autumn wind
to rush through the forest
stirring the leaves,
breaking their fragile connection
to the spent moments of yesterday,
that they might flutter down to the earth
and experience new life in their death and decay?
It is in their letting go of the past
that they receive the promise of this new moment.
They cannot hold their form in death;
it melts away and feeds new life,
and this is the way of all things.
In the autumn of your life,
can you turn to look
at how you’ve been nourished by the Tree of Life?
Can you gracefully surrender the diversions of youth,
breaking free of your bonds, fluttering down,
allowing your form to be used by the earth,
making way for the promise of what will come?
Thinking about expanding my offerings,
wanting to reach out, help out more,
Whom do I feel called to serve?
The answer is…Everyone.
Moms who are hard on themselves.
People who long to express themselves creatively
but who feel too scared..
People who want to escape the daily grind
but don’t know how…
Those who are suicidal
Those who are self-critical
Those who long to be free
of the constraints that were handed to them.
I feel called to serve everyone.
So now I ask
God, how do I navigate this?
How do I answer this calling?
And God says
Just keep breathing.
It will all be clear soon enough.
For now, do your practices;
breathe deeply. Trust. Have faith.
You are on the right track.
Let the wind blow through you,
Let the earth support you,
Let the water flow through you,
Let the fire warm you,
Let the ethers inspire you.
You, descendant of the stars,
you, who have inherited
the vast inner landscape of consciousness—
what will you do with this one precious life?
Today’s prompt asked us to write a kenning poem–a poem made up of metaphorical descriptions of something without calling the actual thing by its name. I have to tell you, I’ve been stumped all day. Can I write a kenning poem about the forest? The moon? A flower? The sky?
The All Mother holds us and watches us.
Wears her robes of blue and green magnificence,
never holds her breath
but lets it move us as it moves the sky ocean.
All her children are beautiful to her
but some of her children are ignorant,
in particular the biped children–
they squabble a lot,
fighting over their many toys.
Their squabbling hurts the All Mother.
Watching her greedy biped children
burning her silent, wooden green children
to clear more space for their greediness.
And those of her children who swim in her womb
and who fly through her lungs
and who run over her fertile body–
these are the ones who suffer loss of their homes
to the greedy biped children who
cannot sate the insatiable.
And still the All Mother holds us all and watches us,
never holding her breath,
but letting it move us as it moves the sky ocean.
Today I publish a post to Yoga Mom for the 100th consecutive day. One hundred posts down and only 265 left to go before I can cross “Published a blog post every day for a year” off my list of things I think I should accomplish at some point in my life. After this year is done, I’m guessing that I’ll be so much in the habit of posting daily that it’ll feel strange to not continue, so who knows? Maybe I’ll just have to publish a blog post every day for the rest of my life. Stranger things have happened.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt suggested that we take five songs from a playlist (iPod, Pandora, Spotify, etc.) and construct a poem from the titles. I’m too tired (lazy?) to fetch my iPod from downstairs, so I’ll take just one song title and construct a poem from there. The song is “Tall Trees” by the artist Rashani on the album Songs of Interbeing. Living in the city, I often find my heart is longing, wishing to be surrounded by nature. Rashani’s song resonates on a deep level, evoking images of nature at its most elemental. It’s a simple song, short and sweet, with the lyrics sung twice. There is some nice drum, guitar, and harmonization in a kind of canon with another singer.
Here are the lyrics:
I feel you in my body
I feel you in my soul.
And now here I go:
An Ode to the Forest Sentinels
Tall trees, where are you?
I look up and see power lines
I cannot see you when I look with my body’s eyes
so I close the doors to the outer world
and look within.
Ahh yes. There you are.
Tall trees, you are in my heart!
And growing beside you, ferns
and at your feet, moss
And flowing close by, a broad and swiftly moving stream
Making my most favorite music,
the sound of clear water tumbling over smooth stones.
The forest cathedral is a most sacred place
Nowhere else have I felt so connected to Source.
In the quiet, sweet and melodious cacophony of insects, birds, scampering squirrels–
In the wind that stirs the leaves–
In the bass vibration of darkest fertile earth,
mysterious, smelling of life and the potential for life
smelling of death and the inevitability of death–
I witness the absolute interconnectedness and perfection
of all things living on this our most precious treasure,
our most precious and irreplaceable treasure–
our earth mother.
I dream of living near you, ancient sentinels of the untouched forest expanses
That I may visit you daily and pay homage to the strength
that took you through many seasons,
standing tall in every kind of weather.
I dream of sitting beside you,
looking up at you in wordless awe.
I imagine bowing humbly at your feet like a graceful fern,
Abiding alongside you for millennia
that I may learn from your example,
and G R O W into the light.