Thursday, July 25, 2019
Listen **Maya Luna**
When it smells off
Listen
This is a feral siddhi
Primal intuition
No you’re not “in resistance to what is”
No you’re not “blocked”
No this isn’t your attachment disorder
Or your core wound
Or your trauma
Or your spiritual immaturity
Or your growth edge
No this is not a projection
This is your innate bodily wisdom
The feminine knowing
Deeper than the mind
If it smells off
You’re right
You can trust yourself
Maybe words can’t explain it
That doesn’t mean it’s not real
It’s real
It. Is. Real
You are the harvester of wisdom
Buried deep in the black of earth
Down down down down
Way way down
You know
You feel it
You smell it
It’s simple
It’s undeniable
Feminine Knowing
You are an animal
Hunting Truth
That has no name
When it smells right
Eat it
When it smells off
Don’t
These are the feral siddhis
The intelligence of womb and belly
She is speaking to you
Listen
Don’t be pulled off track
By the brilliant webs of mind
By the hierarchy of logic
By the labyrinth of stories
By the theories bought and sold
The mind can turn anything into truth
Anything
Anything
So who is to trust?
When you don’t know where to step
Turn to the feral one
The wolf in your bones
The dragon in your belly
The one who knows
Without hesitation
Like a tiger in the brush
Knows when to pounce
Primal intuition
Trust yourself
Smell from the depths of
Crazy knowing
Listen
Receive
Hear what you knew
Long before you knew
You knew
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Poem with two endings by Jane Hirschfield
Say “death” and the whole room freezes–
even the couches stop moving,
even the lamps.
Like a squirrel suddenly aware it is being looked at. Say the word continuously,
and things begin to go forward.
Your life takes on
the jerky texture of an old film strip. Continue saying it, hold it moment after moment inside the mouth,
it becomes another syllable.
A shopping mall swirls around the corpse of a beetle. Death is voracious, it swallows all the living.
Life is voracious, it swallows all the dead.
neither is ever satisfied, neither is ever filled,
each swallows and swallows the world.
The grip of life is as strong as the grip of death.
(but the vanished, the vanished beloved, o where?)
even the couches stop moving,
even the lamps.
Like a squirrel suddenly aware it is being looked at. Say the word continuously,
and things begin to go forward.
Your life takes on
the jerky texture of an old film strip. Continue saying it, hold it moment after moment inside the mouth,
it becomes another syllable.
A shopping mall swirls around the corpse of a beetle. Death is voracious, it swallows all the living.
Life is voracious, it swallows all the dead.
neither is ever satisfied, neither is ever filled,
each swallows and swallows the world.
The grip of life is as strong as the grip of death.
(but the vanished, the vanished beloved, o where?)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A Blessing for Presence
May you awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift
and find courage to follow its path.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame
and anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles
that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift
woven around the heart of wonder.
- John O'Donohue (Eternal Echoes)
The Seed Market - Mevlanna Jalaluddin Rumi
Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where,
for one seed
get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
a divine wind?
You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry at once, quickly,
for God's sake!
Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Pushing Through by Rainer Maria Rilke (trans- Robert Bly)
It is possible I am pushing through solid rock
in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief-
so this massive darkness makes me small.
YOU be the master: make yourself fierce,break in:
then your great transforming will happen to me
and my great grief cry will happen to you.
in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief-
so this massive darkness makes me small.
YOU be the master: make yourself fierce,break in:
then your great transforming will happen to me
and my great grief cry will happen to you.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Into The Fire lyrics Sarah Machlachlan
Mother teach me to walk again
Milk and honey, so intoxicating
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Open the doors that lead on into Eden
Don't want no cheap disguise
I follow the signs marked "back to the beginning"
No more compromise
And into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Free the water that carries me to the sea
You, I see as my security
And into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me
I will walk into the fire 'til its heat doesn't burn me
And I will feed the fire
Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Into the night, Into the fire
Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
Oh, I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Into the fire, Into the fire
into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark fade
Milk and honey, so intoxicating
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Open the doors that lead on into Eden
Don't want no cheap disguise
I follow the signs marked "back to the beginning"
No more compromise
And into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Free the water that carries me to the sea
You, I see as my security
And into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me
I will walk into the fire 'til its heat doesn't burn me
And I will feed the fire
Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Into the night, Into the fire
Into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
Oh, I am the spark
Into the night
I yearn for comfort
Into the fire, Into the fire
into the fire
I'm reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark fade
WE HAVE COME. by Jewel Mathieson
We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.
We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom’s collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME.
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.
We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom’s collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME.
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