Full Moon Over Black Mountain

 

Hope Watches

The gentleness of this touches me, 

chokes me up...

seeing each one of us 

"breathing on the glass, ...each of us writing our name"

with our finger in the fog on the window.

We won't give up.

We're in this together.

May our hopes join forces and cause 

a resounding crescendo of goodness.

 

We Must Learn

My hackles tend to automatically go up when someone starts telling me

what I "must" do.  However, in this case, I will put that aside and

acknowledge the wisdom in the words.

"it is only on the condition of humility and reverence

be[for]e the world that our species will be able

to remain in it."

Early on, I was taught that humility meant meekness.

That does not suit my understanding of what it means to be humble.

I had to do some digging to find a description of humility

that rings in harmony with my bones.  

Here is what I've come up with:

being humble is coming from the ground of on-your-knees awe 

 woven together with the honest acknowledgement of your unknowing,

your failings AND your consumate value and giftedness in who you are

and who you are becoming.

You matter and so does everyone else.

This was my favorite from others:

"Genuine humility means knowing and accepting who we are and who we are not; what we can do and what we cannot do. With this sense of personal clarity, we are able to see how we fit into the grand scheme of life, moving beyond ourselves to recognize, reveal, and revel in the greatness in others."

Mendel Kalmenson and Zalman Abraham 

 

Self Blessing

"let the earth do what the earth does best, which is receive

whatever weight comes."

My body goes blissfully quiet as the words of this poem sink in.

The earth will receive whatever weight comes even as it

breaks my heart to acknowledge what that weight consists of.

May it transform and transcend the heaviness.

"may you carry within you all the quiet, all that glorious still."

This is my wish, my prayer, my desire for you, today and every day.

We're in this together.

I'm grateful for you.

 

Love Poem

How many of us are 

"shy and screaming for love and scraps"?

"when we offer our eyes, our ears, our soft hands, a few gentle words."

In an ideal world, this is the state I would live in permanently.

I confess I slip frequently and have to correct the course.

I count on these words I read and write to soften the harsh edges,  

and sharp tongue that intrudes every now and then.

A tiny, weak cat becoming a thick curl of satin sheen sleeping in the sun,

gives evidence to the possibility of significant change.

May we bear witness to this in the coming days.

 

There Is Hope

First of all, I love that this is a collaborative poem.

It is an impressive and cohesive piece and I tip my hat 

to Messy Ink Poetry for the skill in putting it together.

Isn't it astonishing what a small group can create?

Every line sinks in with a sigh.

"Who would I have been if someone 

else's mistakes swum through my blood?

"sadness settling like dust in a neglected room;"

"inherited scars, silence and shame;"

"strange mathematics of making myself 

smaller for the comfort of others."

"there is hope in the unlearning

and in the quiet ache that begs me

not to stay silent"

I feel hope rise up reading these words.

Embrace the power of unlearning;

shaking off those well worn 

neural pathways carved by fear,

etching a different pattern into them...

realigning and recalibrating...

trusting the Universe and the unknown.

Give hope full permission to 

have its way with me.

 

My Heart Is Planted