I Bring Into Sweet Focus

catsAnd I heard the young one say,  and I know this true, he said,  that this lady likes to work with blue cloths is because he said,  that she said this is what heaven is like.   And I want to know he said,   how does she know?   And I told him that some people just know things,   not guess or because they believe,   but because they know.   What do you think heaven is like I asked him.   What do you think?   And he said that because he remembered because he was only 5 fingers old,  that he knew and she was right.   What he remembered was that the colors of everything was so bright,  even brighter he said than the sun or even,  he said,  the moon in the night sky when everything else is black.   Then you know,   I said to him,  you know.   And he said then that there were lots of things he knowed,  but he did not like to say because other kids said it was baby stuff.   But he knowed,  he said,  he knowed and this lady also knowed he said.  Do you like the colors she uses, I asked.   And he said that this is what he remembered and they are true.

If you,  like the young one,  like the colors I use in my wall quilts,  then contact me.   This one is for sale for $75.00 plus $15 for shipping including insurance.   It says,   and I say,   `I bring into sweet focus a world my heart requires.’

6

Legacy

The house is quiet
when I enter this private place,
this holy place,
to listen to my private oracle,
my comforter,
while I chase down my holy grail.

This holy grail for me
is my philosophy,
that I spent a lifetime pursuing.
I was pushed and pulled
into a blackened pit
strewn with many lifetimes’ worth
of desecrated dogmas.

I was expected not to question,
just accept as man had
dutifully done for centuries.
But life’s ironies consumed
an enormous part of me
as the maternal segment refused
to feed the children of my heart
an unpalatable meal.

Strong arms lifted me
and the nearing century
found me
in august terms in a legacy.

But I will leave some memos,
essays, words of many muses,
whose meanings are dressed
in costumes of countless lifetimes.
There will be ledgers
on how to build a life
with digestible ingredients.

Done as the mother of sons
whose hearts and minds she swallowed
so they would never, ever
think that she took
the keys of the kingdom

and left them bereft.

2

The Boarder Ashley

We hardly
knew you Babe.
You walked in and out
of our lives daily,
leaving a dust of footprints
on our hearts.

But we knew
you were ours
when first we met you.
A face like yours
was much at home
with laughing and crying.
We mostly loved loving you.

It seems we were born to do that.

(Ashley graduates from college and we will miss her.)

4

We Trod The Path

We trod the path, hunched
and pull our faces in.
We bend our heads.
The wind is strong
when you walk into it.

But I take your hand
and we struggle
against the icy rain
pelting our faces.

We’ve walked this route
in centuries past;
guarding ourselves
from saying too much.

We were different then,
simple. direct and not fashionable.
We were honest
in our appraisal.

We’ve become alien
to our prior selves.
And I can’t say
it improves us much.

What do you think?

2

Analects

Some people just have not had their boots on long enough.

Privacy is the ultimate illusion.   Most people think no one knows their thoughts, except God,  but only when they’re praying.

Maybe prayers are only answered depending on the conversations one has in one’s head.

Perhaps the heavens slip in a thought depending on the intensity of the conversation.  Revelation!

Does the intensity of the Pilgrim inform the heavens that ‘yeah,  we have a live one down here!’

And we know people who are surprised when they mouth something because they say ‘I can’t believe I said that!’

The heavens put money on the horse they think will win the trifecta.   Is it you?

Work as though your life depended on it and love as if everyone’s life depended on you.

First step is to be the person you want to meet or you want in your life.

It is time for the world to note that when heaven does not speak to the individual, it is time to ask ‘why not?’

The purpose of life is to lift my brother up and then to ask how high.  Research yourself and you will then know how high and for what reason.

Should your child call and wonder if he should drop Philosophy, tell him it is the only class worth taking.   Except History.   And the Humanities.  And maybe a few others such as the Religions Of Man.

 

0

Ballerina (from Kiss The Moon)

BallerinaDance for me little girl.
Dance your dance
and show the gods
why you dance.

In the garden I see you,
toes dug into the earth,
head lifted to catch
the glint of the sun
filtering through the leaves.

You nod in assent to breezes
whispering your name.
Your lips move in intonation
of the om which separates you,
momentarily.

You pirouette perfectly,
swayed by forces
caressing you to homage
of all who you are.

I long to kneel
before the image of you.
At one with your own music,
when your arms grace sweepingly
in the silent moment,
and you take all that is yours
and pray the garden

into a sanctuary.

Art by Claudia Hallissey

1

Let Us Fall In Love

post ladyLet us resolve to fall in love with our Earth.  Other resolutions have already died.   Let us fall in love with our Earth and keep her alive.   Yet how does one fall in love with Earth?  It is easy.   It is a different kind of feeling, a oneness, a union that nothing dissolves or divides.  It is the steadiness, the compliance of all things in Nature that yield to a bidding when it is done with love.  She is not secretive.   She is an open book.

This love is a desire to return to a place where the heart knows its completeness;  in its wholeness with the laws of Nature.  We become one and the same.   We are its answer and its prayer, its meditation and its question.   We are what the seeker chooses to establish when all else fails to come to fruition.   When there is nothing that satisfies, there is always the hope and response in the garden, in the fields and in the forests.   In its beaches and in its waters.  It is a communion with the holiness in us and a love which puts all else to shame unless it measures up.

It is a comfortable place to be.   It is what we choose in place of relationships that wither with disillusion.   Nature does not.   She gives from an unending Source, reaching into her carpetbag to bring forth bits of revelation to entice, to give one reason to keep trying.  Yet when she falters, for every grievance she dispenses, there is redress.   In time there is an adjustment, a correction for every injury.   She is easy to love.   But no matter how many other worlds there are, this one is worth taking care of.   No illusions are necessary because she is sufficient unto herself.

In retrospect, this planet has suffered with our lack of stewardship.   So let us fall in love with her.   Let us resolve to take care of her.   It is time now to assume guardianship of this place we call home.

For this time she is all we have.

0

We Connect With The All

I received an e mail with photos of several large elephants making their way to the home of a man who had befriended them.  This person named Lawrence Anthony spent his life caring for elephants in South Africa.  His death occurred on March 7, 2012.  Two days after he died, wild elephants showed up at his home led by 2 large matriarchs.  Up to 31  of them walked over 12 miles to pay homage to his family.   It does not surprise me that they thought of their caretaker as being more than just this person,  Lawrence Anthony.   The question was asked how did they know of the death of this friend and how was word spread.   Growing up on The Farm during my most formative years I saw very old farmers and their animals in communication not only verbally but with body language.   And the animals understood their caretakers without question.  There was a symbiotic relationship between animals and their caretakers.   They were of one heart.   This is how word spreads in the wild or anywhere when the relationship is of heart and understood so.   One knows at a level that our vocabulary has no word for.   My mother thought cows were the smartest of all farm animals.   She did not think dogs were smart at all.   And yet having read a recent study on dog intelligence,  some do have the intelligence of a 2 or 3 year old toddler.   I am in awe.   Yet I know as one who talks to my dogs and listens to them,  that they tune me out when there is no need evident,  as children do.

As far as the elephants making the journey to pay homage to their friend,  it is not surprising.   We are all connected.  There is a common thread that unites all to the all.   We in the western culture are a very small segment of civilization that does not believe in some level of reincarnation.   Most of the world does with different interpretations to be sure.   Many, many years ago I read that if souls wish to participate in earth life but without human experience, they can send a fragment of spirit or soul stuffs to experience physical life at some level of existence.   Elephants, jungle life of many kinds, dolphins and whales have long been known to have language and systems of thought.   We cannot close out  whole systems of Life simply because we do not understand them.   There are those who have spent their lives in service to an assembly of creatures and have learned to understand them.   One day there will be words in our vocabulary to describe meanings not found now.   Sometimes we have to step outside our frame of reference to begin to understand Other than what we are comfortable with.   How great is our need to know is always a good beginning.   Lawrence Anthony communicated at a level that went deeper than most people’s understanding of deep.   This connection to all life , and some say just sentient life, is as far as some go.   I would go farther and say ALL THAT IS is in everything.  I go so far as to say God in a rock and beneath it also.   I have had to redefine the word God to incorporate my views and friend,  it is a long hard work.

8

For Now

Let your mind answer
your heart’s murmuring,
for in the sanctity of self,
you will see your divinity.

In the august crucible
that is Earth,
latticed by clouds
hovering the trees,
you gain your peace.

In the musing
of the grass growing
to reach its height
and to color the bare earth
with a piled carpet,
you feel the hallowed crest.

In all,
gently tend the heart’s rending
and choose the teachers
who match the performance

of your innate goodness.

2

Sweet Focus

Toward A DestinyWill I be born
into another world and time?
Will they swim
into sweet focus
and I, with them?

Or will I
just walk into that world
and find the place
just meant for me
because I visit there every night?

Could it be like this,
so gentle, so swift
that the dance my feet are dancing
will find the new steps
the very ones I have been practicing?

Is the ambiance
of new breath and color
just made for me?
Another sweet thought to think
that it is mine because

I’ve taken my Earth Dance seriously?

(photo by John Hallissey)

4

Powered by WordPress. Designed by WooThemes