As I walk into
my meditation
I imagine myself
opening a door to
peace
and visualize
being able to
step inside
where I will feel it
warm and glowing
like a magic tunnel
a place that will protect
me from suffering
transporting me
away and separate
Sinking deeper
into practice
I lose my grip,
Chaos rushes
in the form of
thought
doubt
pain
fear
I grasp
as if
feeling for the
walls of
my peace portal
to bolster me
so that I may
define myself
in space...
only to
find expansiveness
and myself
and the discomfort
gnaws
Naming it:
"discomfort"
"attachment"
I am honoring
these
sensations
emotions
with awareness
and a gentle
invitation to
stay
Returning
to the breath
to anchor,
the discomfort
slips past
the attachment
loosens
the need
for containment
transforms
Suddenly
a revelatory
knowing arrives
and it seems
to have
originated
within
Not from
the mind
or
the ego
Deeper
It surfaces
and
a smile
subtly
sneaks
allowing me
to relish
in a knowingness
that heals
that reveals
that in
recognizing...seals
Opening
my eyes
I tell myself:
I
Am
Peace.
And for
today,
I know this
to be true.
Namaste.
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Architect of Connection
Big feelings bloomed in snark and noise
Mutual righteousness adorned each side
Until a sudden "freeze out", silence
Naked emotion stuck, nowhere to hide
Letters were shared bravely bedside
Writing for healing stings as it goes
Vulnerability bled messy into margins
No response-never-exposed once more
Self-doubt and fear growing up in gardens
This is the way a heart hardens
Anxious tendrils, vines of confusion
Emotional neglect quietly worked to rewire
Then an abrupt melting, occurred sans science
First hold ice cubes, next fan the fire
You began to feel like a fraudulent liar
Ego dystonic thoughts without any space
A landscape rife for numbing then shame
"If you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind"
Lyrics that danced for decades inside a mental frame
Wondering… will I always feel the same?
Breath that defines life from death
Gave new hope for inhaling inside of truth
Anchored to the pause, feel it and know
I am whole, connected, this exhale my proof
Mindfulness safeguards from acting aloof
I am not my mother
I am not my father
I was never left behind
Because
I am not my feelings
I am not my thoughts
I do not need to rewind
Because
I am not my own mind
I can choose to remind
Love and wisdom interplay in light
Serving me, healing me with protection
I was never really frozen solid, rather
Learning to be an architect of connection
THIS is what I see in my reflection.
Friday, May 8, 2020
masterpiece
water color paintings
birthed
through streaky
ribbons
wet and bright,
a mess of hues
led to completion
through a journey
of liquid squirming
and spreading
directionless
tints and tones
erratically
searching
the primal effort
to take up space
all of it
happening
whether we choose
to acknowledge or not
reminding me of feelings
and their pursuit for
peace,
demanding their proper
place
because they
were created
to know their purpose:
to roam and leak out
filling in the corners
and mixing about
shapes inside of
insight contained
with madness
and brilliance
until they settle
and make sense
becoming beautiful
productions
the ability
to allow is
hardwired into
all of us so we
learn what is real
learn how to feel
learn where to know
learn when to grow
learn why we go
we are all feelings artists
take a deep breath
and cultivate your
process before the
palette dries out
each day
is a new brush
each feeling
a new stroke
let it flow
curate your collection
do the work
and let it soak
your life is your
finest masterpiece
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
acceptance and spring
acceptance smells like lilacs
resistance reeks of mold
inhaling spring's sweet messages
avoiding doom bought and sold
the space we give to nature
to change to bend and sway
loans an understanding:
things won't always be this way
winged messages inside the trees
continue to be shared
trust the branches to hold weight
trust we will be spared
faith, belief, grief and loss
teach us how to reframe
guarding us from toxic leaks
empathy cancels out shame
the collective truth of seasons
an antidote for the stressed
notice the center of the flower
beating inside our chest
connection cannot be contained
inside of posts and zooms
be it a place holder for connection
like a bear's winter den rooms
improvise adapt overcome
our power to rise up is now
look out the window with wonder
understand we all know how
walk with this message today:
pain is immediate, sensory and real
notice without getting carried away
prevent suffering, allowing to heal
ringing in our ears like bells
is a prompt to lean into it all
the wisdom fluttering around us,
heed a new sounding call
answer it
answer it
answer it
now
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