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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.

In this blog I offer you heartfelt, homemade recordings of some of my favorite poems. I invite you also to spend time with their pulsing vibrations and pregnant pauses, to savor the luscious sensual syllables on your tongue, and to feel the subtle changes in your being as you play with the poems.

Listen, read and then slowly speak them out loud. The medicine of poetry will endlessly surprise and delight you as a portal into your own wild multidimensionality!

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Life's Longing for Itself

7/25/2021

 
In honor of Silas, my first-born child,
​who leaves home this week
​to heed Life's calling...
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Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
​so He also loves the bow that is stable.

    - Kahlil Gibran
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Of Being

7/18/2021

 
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Photo by my awesomely ineluctable cousin,
Scott Palmer.
Used with permission.


I know this happiness
is provisional:

       the looming presences-
       great suffering, great fear-

       withdraw only
       into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
       this mystery:

​    - Denise Levertov

Aunt Leaf

7/11/2021

 
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Shapeshifter Night by Shauna Crandall.


Needing one, I invented her – – –
the great-great-aunt dark as hickory
called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
or The-Beauty-of-the-Night.

Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,
and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
and whisper in a language only the two of us knew
the word that meant follow,

and we’d travel
cheerful as birds
out of the dusty town and into the trees
where she would change us both into something quicker – – –
two foxes with black feet,
two snakes green as ribbons,
two shimmering fish – – – and all day we’d travel.

At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door
with the rest of my family,
who were kind, but solid as wood
and rarely wandered. While she,
old twist of feathers and birch bark,
would walk in circles wide as rain and then
float back

scattering the rags of twilight
on fluttering moth wings;

or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum;

or she’d hang in the milky moonlight
burning like a medallion,

this bone dream, this friend I had to have,
this old woman made out of leaves.

    – Mary Oliver

Food and Water

7/4/2021

 
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The Dreamer by Shanti Bennett


Sit yourself kindly down
and begin to breathe
 
with and as
the ache of being,
instead of above it.
 
Remember your first questions.
 
Enduring and unanswerable,
they can make you
curiosity again.
 
Gently,
 
allow your heart to hand you
every last piece
of who you truly are.
 
This is the food you’ve been hungry for.
 
This is the water that will quench.
 
Softly you dissolve
into an undomesticated friendship
with your world.
 
Enter into it again
with that quiet quivering
in your now more-human heart,
 
and let an uncaused joy
come out of your eyes --
so the others feel it,
 
so it’s all of ours
to eat and drink and share.

    -Brooke McNamara

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    Hazel Xochitl Trout
    Bodega Bay
    photo by Leyla Nobatova
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