i will see if i can find my phone--not in my bag--i think in the car
but let me say this here
root and grow
root
feel the roots shooting out of your toes
tucking gently under the ground
pull your hands up your body
and out in a flowering expanse
feel how totally full and beautiful
YOU are
with the thought of him coming
without his being here
you
are full
a goddess
a poet
a dream
a writer
an artist
a seer
a joy
full, whole, perfect, beautiful
you need nothing
you have everything
in you
already
that you get to open
to this moment of
intersection and possibility
this moment
of love
arriving from afar
to share itself with you
to open you further
to who you be
in connection
in partnership
in possibility
in joy
in freedom
in all manner of breath
and expression of love
that you have this moment
of longing, looking forward,
feeling giddy and on edge
and hope full
that you have this joy
to bring a wider smile
a swarm of butterflies
to your deepest belly
this
is to be savored
as the miracle it is
he will arrive
you will share yourselves with one another
do every bodily thing you can
to set yourself free to enjoy every blessed moment
every sacred second of this connection
give yourself all manner of permissions
all expanse of invitation
and allow, allow, allow, allow, allow
what flows to flow
stay in the now
never mind the forever
stay in the here and now
of touch and taste and see and feel and hear
stay in the this
of manifest reality
and leave the spinning of dreams
to later
when you are again at your wheel
if indeed you are ever to be released to it again
stay here
in the rooted ground
of the glorious beauty
of all that is you and whole
you are love enough
and tomorrow, you will be loved...
let it be
all
it becomes
in the moments
strung together as shiny beads
one holed wholeness at a time
i love you--
relax--
into you--
and enjoy...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
which one is dead?
which one is dead?
i look at my father
his pictures
this strange altar i have made to him
to his mother and father
to my family
the farm in sweden
where he came from
grandfather
oldest
hung by his ears for wanting to go to school
instead of working the farm
someone told me
i was married to him in a past life
he did not know
how to love
bought the only thing she asked for
a colored tv
after she died
turned it up
way too loud
for decades
until he died
in the bathroom
when i was in high school
colostomy bag
applesauce with big spoons
brown roman meal bread
i watched as he bent down each year
to scrape the earth with a homemade tool
a piece of wood with long nails
he pounded through himself
he on all fours
pulling that comb across the landscape
scattering his seed
purposefully
into the furrows of all he was trying to forget
he came on the boat
1900 something
saved every bank receipt
no love letters
built his house with his own two hands
was a fine stone carver
mason
built a church in parkville
that called me home for awhile
i look at my father
his pictures
this strange altar i have made to him
to his mother and father
to my family
the farm in sweden
where he came from
grandfather
oldest
hung by his ears for wanting to go to school
instead of working the farm
someone told me
i was married to him in a past life
he did not know
how to love
bought the only thing she asked for
a colored tv
after she died
turned it up
way too loud
for decades
until he died
in the bathroom
when i was in high school
colostomy bag
applesauce with big spoons
brown roman meal bread
i watched as he bent down each year
to scrape the earth with a homemade tool
a piece of wood with long nails
he pounded through himself
he on all fours
pulling that comb across the landscape
scattering his seed
purposefully
into the furrows of all he was trying to forget
he came on the boat
1900 something
saved every bank receipt
no love letters
built his house with his own two hands
was a fine stone carver
mason
built a church in parkville
that called me home for awhile
beltane rites
a tutu twirls
young men run through
the costumed ones
who knew what it was
finally let go
of expecting
expecting
and the commentary
allows
some revelation
and the spinning
spins itself
the dance
lulls into real
and the up down
in out
joy of joy
ribbons of ribbon
webs of web
weave
their willingness
in twists of yes
and still
goes wholly
on
in dreams
willing
journey of maypole
dancing
the heat of things
to come
the summer swelter
of combining and recombining
a festooned thing
of remembrance
there is a chalk giant
on a hill in dorset
the barren sleep
in the intersection of testicles and penis
the giant
brings
what can not come
any other way
this pole
a testimony
to that giant
magic wand of love
making itself
in dances and ritual
laughter and bumbling
humanity in tennis shoes
joy is joy
in a twenty first century miracle
of bothering
at all
to gather
to up and down in forgotten remembrances
of the dance that brings all dances
to fruit
to fruition
to fulfillment
life loves itself
still
in these beautiful, wonderful, ordinary ways
of starting over
and again
Read more: "artandhealing's posterous - Art heals yourself, others, and the earth : www.artashealing.org" - http://artandhealingblog.com/?page=5#ixzz0EjHWxcTA&A
young men run through
the costumed ones
who knew what it was
finally let go
of expecting
expecting
and the commentary
allows
some revelation
and the spinning
spins itself
the dance
lulls into real
and the up down
in out
joy of joy
ribbons of ribbon
webs of web
weave
their willingness
in twists of yes
and still
goes wholly
on
in dreams
willing
journey of maypole
dancing
the heat of things
to come
the summer swelter
of combining and recombining
a festooned thing
of remembrance
there is a chalk giant
on a hill in dorset
the barren sleep
in the intersection of testicles and penis
the giant
brings
what can not come
any other way
this pole
a testimony
to that giant
magic wand of love
making itself
in dances and ritual
laughter and bumbling
humanity in tennis shoes
joy is joy
in a twenty first century miracle
of bothering
at all
to gather
to up and down in forgotten remembrances
of the dance that brings all dances
to fruit
to fruition
to fulfillment
life loves itself
still
in these beautiful, wonderful, ordinary ways
of starting over
and again
Read more: "artandhealing's posterous - Art heals yourself, others, and the earth : www.artashealing.org" - http://artandhealingblog.com/?page=5#ixzz0EjHWxcTA&A
showing up
every moment
to the end of breath
there is only love
and beyond the last
the stuff itself
to be everywhere at once
in the love of all the lovers
loving
forever
the stuff of that ocean
such a person
such a dyad
such a promise
is life, of course
when love so big
sparks something bigger
and gives itself
a place
to birthe
the miracle
of re-creation
anew
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
enso
the circle of love
continues
breathes itself in
expands
wider love
is the honor
deeper love
more
of the precious stuff
so vital
how great a gift
to show up
as one's ordinary self
in love
for another
healer healee or just
two
ordinary beings
being ordinary
in the most extraordinary
ways
of love
Read more: "artandhealing's posterous - Art heals yourself, others, and the earth : www.artashealing.org" - http://artandhealingblog.com/?page=2#ixzz0EjCVeDPw&A
to the end of breath
there is only love
and beyond the last
the stuff itself
to be everywhere at once
in the love of all the lovers
loving
forever
the stuff of that ocean
such a person
such a dyad
such a promise
is life, of course
when love so big
sparks something bigger
and gives itself
a place
to birthe
the miracle
of re-creation
anew
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
enso
the circle of love
continues
breathes itself in
expands
wider love
is the honor
deeper love
more
of the precious stuff
so vital
how great a gift
to show up
as one's ordinary self
in love
for another
healer healee or just
two
ordinary beings
being ordinary
in the most extraordinary
ways
of love
Read more: "artandhealing's posterous - Art heals yourself, others, and the earth : www.artashealing.org" - http://artandhealingblog.com/?page=2#ixzz0EjCVeDPw&A
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