Let Them

"No matter what they do or say, 

don't you dare doubt your worth

or the beauty of your truth."

This is something I'd sincerely love to be able to accomplish.

I'm affected when I encounter someone who acts as if

I'm either not there or an annoyance in their world.

I wish with all my heart I could brush it off

and carry on in my happy way.

I wish it didn't cause a disturbance  in my molecules. 

I cringe when I find it coming up hours or days later.

If I could wave a magic wand, I would do so 

to immediately dispel the unpleasant scent 

that follows me from such encounters 

and wants to cling to my skin.

It also inspires me to remember that

my actions affect the world around me

in the same way...leaving a similar scent.

This reminds me of this quote that returns again and again...

"stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don't belong, 

because you'll always find it once you've made that your mission — 

same goes for scouring people's faces for evidence that you're not enough." 

Brene Brown, Braving the Wilderness

However, this feels different.  This is when you're expectation is to be treated 

at least politely and get a decidedly different response.

All my life, I've been taught and believed that kindness overcomes cruelty.

That we are meant to care about and for each other as best we can.

It's my choice and I choose to continue to bring whatever shred of kindness I can

into this world no matter how treacherous and brutal the terrain.

 

There is not

Poetry is a language of the senses...

this inspires me to pay more attention

to what humble verses are being

chanting down in the fibers of my feelings

through the tributaries of my eyes,

my nose, my ears, my mouth and my skin.

I did a search to investiage

 the field of the senses and found there are up to 53

identified....depending on who's counting. 

News to me!

Here are some of the additions:

My simple assumption about poetry being the language of the senses

has opened up a much wider world than I imagined.

I love when this happens.

Isn't that what poetry is all about?

 

How Is It?

"This is better than we thought! 

The Universe is much bigger than our prophets said,

 grander, more subtle, more elegant"

Sagan hits the bullseye with a resounding thwack for me.

"A religion...that stressed the magnificence of the Universe

as revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth

reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped

 by the conventional faiths."

When I encountered this quote, 

I thought, wow! 

This says it exactly!  

How did I miss it?

Then it occurred to me.  

I was deeply enmeshed in 

one of those faiths when this was written.

I'd like to believe some of the faiths today

recognize and appreciate and give credence to Sagan's thoughts.

The Clearing

A river of words to describe the actual river...

isn't it a marvel?  

"Soon even that will sink and the water will be clear again.

I, too, have felt the gift of slowing, how it invites a sedimentation

of all I try to carry--the silt of my stories, the muck of the world."

With the quantity of muck in this world, 

I feel how vital the gift of slowing 

is for shifting the molecules of frenzy 

into a quiet trust and vigorous hope.

". . .the more calm I am, 

the more clear I can become."

This is the way we remain 

fiercely sane, unwaveringly civil 

and decent.

 

Keep Some Room In Your Heart

"Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable."

While I know full well what Mary O means,

we are living in a world where a lot of unimaginable

things are happening which I refuse to keep room for in my heart.

Perhaps I should say, I see them but do not entertain them.

(Things you "refuse" tend to grow larger)

In light of this, I want to say, 

"keep some room in your heart

for the unimaginable."

 of the kind that uplifts and inspires

our world toward goodness,

toward decency and fairness,

toward truth and honest justice...

toward total equality and equity for all...

feel free to add your own kind of unimaginable.

 

In The Name of Daybreak

 

I am swearing an oath to uphold 

these words from this moment on.

May they live strong and long in me. 

To be:

"a guardian of nature,

a healer of misery,

a messenget of wonder,

an architect of peace."

I Have Found Such Joy

"I wish I might tell every woman who goes seeking far

for some elusive, feverish delight, that very close to home

the great joys are: the elemental things. . ."

"The Message" seems tack sharp clear this week, doesn't it?

We already have what we need...it might be buried deep,

but it's there...quietly waiting for us to notice.

It's not necessarily loud and bodacious...

more often steady, patient, and reliable...

the foundation holding up the entire enterprise.

 

The Message

"It would be like looking for your own eyes."

I find this idea that what you seek is already within you

is lush, and rich with enchantment.

The paradox is a relief and a riddle...

it places our very own particular genius in sharp relief

against the backdrop of "not enough" that stalks us.

It lightens the load of constantly striving to live up

to something which already exists.  

I'm thinking ruby slippers.

 

Of Course I Have Lines On My Face

"of course i have lines on my face,

life keeps folding me open 

like a map of all the women I've been."

Wrinkles as a sign of joy...as a sign of becoming.

That's a new "wrinkle" isn't it?

I'll take it.

 

And Still

The river with its rich, fertile being and meanings

"keeps coming, touching me, passing by"

as I gather a lifetime of verses and prose.

It's uncanny how many times and in how many places

the river shows up with an encouraging air.

It's given me chills over and over to

see how it has wended its way...

quietly, softly, 

all along my journey.

"it's pale, infallible voice singing."

 

How Did You Do It?

"I’ve been wondering about all the ways we survive, 

all the things people do to adjust 

and skirt and catch a breath, 

the way everyone is managing both to rest and become."

Staying sane and civil is an accomplishment! 

Holding fast to the values we cherish. 

We resist and dissent, let our desires be known,

stand up for what we believe in and encourage each other.

"I would like to know—how do you stay awake given all this? 

What keeps you moving from one moment to the next? 

What has sustained your love  for the world?"

These are excellent questions we can mull over

and answer for ourselves and each other.

I'd be interested in hearing if you care to share.

 

Things Shouldn't Be So Hard

While this seems a wee bit bleak this morning,

"a life should leave deep tracks"

and the way she names them touched me.

"The passage of life should show; it should abrade.

And when life stops, a certain space--however small--

should be left scarred by the grand and damaging parade."

With all respect and perhaps some rose colored glasses,

I wish it didn't have to be so hard. 

My wish is that the scars and damage are places

of revelation and recognition 

of the splendor and dazzling woven in...

that's easy to wish from here,

My heart breaks for 

all the horrors some human lives

are subjected to.

It Could Be

The current state of this country and its impact on our world is

testing all I believe in regarding softness, and mercy,

 especially mercy. 

I can feel the anger swell when I think about 

mercy shown in the past and where we are today.

I’m leaning into justice. 

Merciful and appropriate justice.  

I would add just a few more things that matter:

clean water, healthy soil and unpolluted air.

Plus truth, justice and fairness.

 

Pledge Of Kindness

I will remember this poem from now on when

reciting the pledge of allegiance...

I will think of kindness when I gaze on our flag...

the one I now fly at half staff...

Yes, yes, yes to "the possibilities for which it stands"

because they are numerous and exciting to envision.

And yes, yes, yes to "one planet under the stars".  

It is our precious home and we must make certain

to care for and nourish, heal and  renew the generous bounty

we're given by her presence.

And another triple yes to "interdependent on

liberty and justice for all".

With emphasis on "for all".

 

Still, What I Want

"Casting aside the weight of facts"

 is not something I recommend 

as we're currently experiencing 

the reality and the consequences

of actually doing so.

Mary Oliver's speaking metaphorically

 and in that context, 

I understand and resonate 

with floating a little above this difficult world.  

Interesting how the intention behind 

the "casting aside of facts" alters the meaning 

and the outcome dramatically.  

The riper I become, the clearer it gets that

pretty much everything is neither all good nor all bad.

For a poet and a president to use similar words and actions

to describe stunningly opposite perspectives,

provides a precise example of the paradox.

 

We Forget

"And maybe we have to forget or we would be too stupified 

with gratitude for every raindrop and eyelash to get through the day..."

I love the phrase "stupified with gratitude". 

There are plenty of unworthy things to be stupified by, aren't there?

So let's "cast upon ourselves, a spell against indifference."

It's possible to be aware of things without succumbing to numbness

or burying our heads in the sand?

We're certainly getting plenty of opportunites to practice.

Let's "move through the world with an inner bow at every littlest thing

that prevailed against the odds of otherwise in order to exist."

Let the noise and chaos exist in its layer of temporary.

We will keep on adding layer after layer of wonder 

of what is enduring and extraordinary, 

existing in even the tiniest forms of magnificense.

 

Our Sun

Oh, how I love this.

I want to be like the sun.

I am not;

 at least not yet.

I constantly catch myself measuring...

comparing...thinking in duality....

either one or the other. 

 It does not make me proud.

"Does not choose the daffodil over the daphne,

does not care what you believe in,

what color your skin,

how colorful your credentials..."

and on and on

No walls or borders or IOU's.

"Does not choose me over you."

". . .bringing very last thing to life.

Bringing life to every last thing."

 

You Deserve

Full stop.

 

In Praise of Impermanence

This is so richly written, I hesitate adding anything but 

my grateful attention to each stanza with admiration and appreciation.

That being said, I shudder at the thought...

"the earth won't be around forever."

Followed by thinking forever is a long, long time.

It will not happen in my lifetime or my grandchildren's

or their grandchildren's.

Some of us have some trouble 

accepting impermanence.

Yet, here it is and here are we.

 

Before The War

Sometimes, Nikita's poetry guts me.

And this one did just that.

Filling my heart with goodness, 

means weaving sorrow into the tapestry 

nestled in close with glory and gratitude.

I wish it wasn't so, yet, there's no escaping it

no matter how diligently I avoid it.

I continue to carry it as it carries me.

Learning to let it flow through me,

to recognize and absorb the painful,

to feel it strong and release it 

as it moves into the river of time is the lesson.

Overcoming the temptation to turn away

without wallowing in despair is the challenge.

I'm grateful you are here.

Together we can navigate 

the wretched and wonderful

paradoxes of our lives.

 

The Book

". . .to be beautiful is also to be brief and simple, 

is to rise up and be glorious, and then vanish."

This is true in the big picture of our universe, isn't it?

It's what we, as humans are meant to be.

How I wish we could all be beautiful before we vanish...

or at least treat each other from that perspective.

"the usual daily foolishness that comes to so little

so far as the real things matter: eternity, the unseen,

the unrecognized, the filling of the heart with goodness..."

A recipe for where to focus our attention, perhaps?

My personal objective is to fill my heart with goodness.

We humans can write the story of our lives...lilies and lichen

and countless splendid entities on earth, cannot.

What if we could at least attempt to write their story for them?

Write the biography of a honey bee, a dandelion, American Columbo,

or any more-than-human being who draws us in...

the Milky Way, Venus, Pluto...

 

Chop Wood, Carry Water

I adore the simplicity of this.

Any tiny task qualifies...

"Every living being devotes their time

to the task of survival."

We are beyond fortunate...for many of us,

survival does not have to be front and center 

on our to-do list.

I deeply appreciate it doesn't have to be.

I want that privilege to belong to everyone.

"From inbreath to exhale,

 from first light to last,

prepare what keeps the fire,

gather what quenches our thirst."

What keeps your fire?

What quenches your thirst?

 

Please Tell Me A Story

Isn't this a treat?

I love the turning of everything inside out and opposite.

"Tell me a story where slivers of mental landscape 

puncture the periphery of deceit and 

shifts in the wind help to balance the 

heavy of unsettled."

Yes, we can puncture the  periphery of deceit!

Let's turn this world around.

"Tell me a story where new only translates 

what the soul knows of ancient."

I'm coming to believe ancient is not the same as old.

Ancient is the invisible and mighty power. . .

the unseen forces working for the good.

It always was and always will be.

The infinite land of soul where magic and 

enchantment become commonplace.

"where grass is fluent in sentient knowledge

and trees are a mandala of prayer."