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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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 Female Strength by Helena Arturaleza Schotman There is no refuge No destination No resolution Only This Blessed are the fruit of my womb Blessed are the cycles that have no end Blessed is the Wound Blessed is the Hole Blessed is the space that holds you always Blessed is this unfinished life Blessed is the eternal and unchanging Blessed are we who bear the unbearable who carry our cross from first to last breath Blessed are we who know the relentless mercy of the Mysterious Other known only when we sacrifice our reaching There is no refuge No destination No resolution Only This To you who are the Birther of Samsara and the doorway to Nirvana To you whose Love is the bridge that flows between them To you who holds the mirror of perfection inside the crack of imperfection whose Road leads nowhere and is everywhere To you whose breast is the refuge of no refuge To you whose passion dissolves all ignorance and whose innocence reveals unstained beauty Enveloped by your Grace With nowhere to go Around and around Heart to the Ground Here I am -Maya Luna  Gaia by Alex Grey When we get out of the glass bottles of our own ego, and when we escape like squirrels from turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper. - D.H. Lawrence  Photo by Duane Roy
 "Not in her wildest dreams. She was a turtle gal --slow, timid, awkward...and then." Painting by Gretchen Butler It is I who must begin. Once I begin, once I try -- here and now, right where I am, not excusing myself by saying things would be easier elsewhere, without grand speeches and ostentatious gestures, but all the more persistently — to live in harmony with the “voice of Being,” as I understand it within myself — as soon as I begin that, I suddenly discover, to my surprise, that I am neither the only one, nor the first, nor the most important one to have set out upon that road. Whether all is really lost or not depends entirely on whether or not I am lost. ~ Václav Havel ~  Drawing by Bodhi Hope. Used with permission. If you can't change yourself, after all the efforts, change the light by which you read your story. Exchange overhead for something softer - a lamp, a candle, a vine of shining holiday lights - and feel yourself become hugged by the fabric of shadows. You see the darkness here has wisdom too. You see these objects around become related by the pregnant emptiness that holds them, and you. Let this light reveal the rapture of being just this. Then, further still, try moonlight, or no light, until, at last, this open, sourceless incandescence which you are no matter who you think you are will follow you from the inside wherever you may go, however you may change, or not. - Brooke McNamara |
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