Breathe

 

Although I wrote this poem in August, it feels appropriate for this week, this season…hang tough, let go, breathe and be kind, to yourself and to others.  Let us walk with grace and courage into this new chapter, and in community as humans, not enemies.

8/15/16 –

How things creep in over time and form a line
Pieces once pure now looking for a cure
Notice the way the dark endures
How resistance holds up against persistence
How constant exposure can lead to a rupture
How the search for contentment can lead to resentment
What takes up residence and pretends as permanent

Looking for closure in this part of the overture
Is there a point in building up to the breaking point?
Is there a part that’s essential in falling apart?

How deep are the wounds?
How dark are the tombs?
How dense are the rooms?

I’ve always been right here
Waiting for the sign to clear
Hoping a word I hear
Will remove every fear

In looking to be complete
I mistakenly compete
And then stumble on my own feet
Overheated in the street

I used to be exclusive and unique
And was always on a winning streak
Maybe I hit the peak
Maybe I let myself go weak
Or maybe it’s just a day in a week

Constantly eliminating can be so delineating
In the land of extremes I rarely know what I mean

Back when I was new and didn’t know what I knew
I want to get back to that place
Where I take care of my face
And mindful of my space
And live with more grace

Where there’s nothing I need
And I’m not always bleeding
Where I’m complete in my breathing

 

And to close…I share with you a few quotes from Anais Nin, from her journal circa 1940…

quotes – Anais Nin diary 1939-1944

“To say that the artist is not serving humanity is monstrous.  He has been the eyes, ears, voice of humanity; the transcendentalist who x-rayed our true states of being.”

“Man is forbidden to concern himself with anything but the struggle for bread.  If his capacity for dreaming, imagining, inventing, and experimenting is killed in the process, man will become a well-fed robot and die of spiritual malnutrition.  The dream has its function and man cannot live without it.”

“When I see the enormity of the machines in factories, I am not impressed.  It is material.  The human adventure, human receptivity, has to find a way to make one feel power, force, but not by mathematics.  I am not angry, but I seek desperately for the sensitive and human America.  But I feel anger and violence in the air.”

Grow Anyway

I’m trying to be more in-the-moment with sharing new words versus reading a poem 6 months later and then hem-haw-ing about it in my wish-wash-way…but then there’s always the opinions, and maybe questions I’d rather not answer.  I tend to … Continue reading

Poem Combing

I was browsing through some poems, looking for perspective and insight.  Sometimes I feel like my writings can be words for my future self to check back in and be uplifted.   Here’s a few from back then that moved me today.  🙂

3/31/09
I feel the night breeze
Blow through the window across my knees
Calmness finally washes over me
Despite the dirge of thoughts and things
Static and unnecessary

Life is a fraction of time by design
But a priceless attraction to breathe the divine

Can you tell when you drink from the well
The difference in the water
And the clarity it taught her?

The pot holes and pit falls won’t stop you at all

The falling is the calling
The reeling in and peeling again
Layers no longer needed
To cover truths repeated

The heart now heeded
And passion perceived it
Presence received it
So beauty believed it

Life can leave it
To bet love conceived it

3/31/11
I found hope turning on a dime
I saw love side swipe a crime
I heard faith inside the rays of sunshine

Put on the face and pray for your graces
Hope that the day will bring you to that place

Don’t judge nor complain
Just be grateful for the rain

Daylight dissolves
Ritual resolves
Absences absolved

8/24/11
Waves of emotion
Flood my heart like an ocean
With the depth of devotion
The breath of life’s notion
Extra sensory motion
Stirs up the potion

To transform
To be adorned
To adore and never be scorned
Nor to keep a score

Dismantle the battle field
Shake a rattle and feel
The rhythm and the rhyme
Beyond Reason’s cold shield

The night then is stilling
The breath is fulfilling
The earth is tilling
A fruitful spilling

A new language for the ages
Poured over by sages
Released into pages

For delivery by reverie
Quivering hearts
Remembering.

8/20/12
Little tiny tears
Along the path and thorns ensnare
We’re barely aware of the bloodshed we’ve shared
It’s not like we don’t care
Just can’t count every flare that’s singed up another hair

Find some place that’s fair and equal in what they share
Can’t promise it will be there at the moment when you dare
To step into the cool night air to trek your way beyond despair

Can only hope that the bears don’t emerge from their lairs
And that the dawn doesn’t scare
And that you can live for just one prayer:
That love is deep and always near.