-- a journey into awareness
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“I’m here at the back table”
“Running 10 min. late”
“What was the address again”
Or for “I’m thinking of you”
“Good Morning”
“You’re in my prayers”
But not for conversation.
There’s no intimacy,
you can multitask.
If you want to talk
I want your full attention
Your heart not just thoughts
I’m greedy about what
I want from my friends, and
I’m rich because they give it.
What is love?
A feeling of the heart
not between your legs
not “happy head” between your ears
Love just is
a spacious embrace
of the other
You can love everyone
but not want to live with them
not want to hang out with them
not really be able to understand them
Love does not require
understanding, does not
have to make sense
Love baffles the ego
it defies the rules we’ve learned
it goes beyond “tit for tat” and all
sense of who deserves it, who’s enough
Maybe….
Love just is, a Divine gift
embracing us, connecting us
to the Mystery of Life
We’re part of a long line, yes generations
of women, who couldn’t mother.
Who weren’t mothered themselves.
Whose wounds stopped them from
offering the sustenance, support,
and cuddling so needed.
But the earth is rumbling
a deep remembering
disturbing our souls.
The feminine, the goddess, the
Divine Mother is beginning to
call, signaling “It’s Time.”
To see perfection in each soul
thirsting for acceptance,
safety, affirmation, kindness…
Bringing us back into our bodies
that are numb, afraid, angry.
Letting Divine Love flow and heal.
Reaching out to the long line of men,
generations who couldn’t father,
who weren’t fathered
who repressed what they felt,
who strove to be strong and in control,
yet angry and fearful under it all.
Without the mother,
the father grows brittle
On Father’s Day
the Divine Mother
offers herself.
Drink of me,
Let me hold you
in my embrace
Male and female
Understand you are
two sides of the same coin
blending into wholeness.
Let the Divine Feminine
guide you….TRUST.
What am I trusting?
overwhelmed with images
words that divide,
categorize, demean
pulling out of my own
dysfunction
what do i trust
whom do i trust
the world is filled with
pain, alienation, hunger
for not just food but
love, acceptance
looking out, looking in
emotional tornadoes
swirling dust
blocking vision
Only now, writing
do I remember
Focus on what is true
One Life, One Love
And know that Love
brings us through
lifts us up and ALWAYS
guides us if we listen.
In my head, my mind can’t figure it all out. Reading/watching the news is disorienting at best, painful at worst. The chaos, the push toward separation, excluding “the other”, blame, anger, racism, sexism, and more “isms” than I can learn. The suffering of those surviving floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, children at borders, that face of the woman hunched in the doorway lost, scared, hopeless…
Overwhelmed, my mind stops functioning. Fear starts to rise. My ego “i” can’t handle it.
I’m reminded I have to stop, go in and listen for that still, small Voice. The voice of God, Divine Intelligence, the Universe, unconditional love, Christ… I need to remember what is most important and trust it will lead me to right action. Trust….such a small word, such a huge shift in being.
I’m mad that you are not getting it.
Can’t you see the pattern?
Over and over again?
Getting the same results?
Running won’t get you anywhere.
You need to dig deep and find the
courage to face his lies about you.
To trust you aren’t what he tells you,
not even what you tell yourself.
Dad’s winning
I am so angry, so helpless.
Three glasses of wine aren’t helping.
What do I do?
Where’s my center?
It’s my pattern over
and over again.
Hilarious!
We are joined at the hip.
How long do you want to live?
“500 years at least”
“Not into my 90’s”
“Honestly? I’d go right now”
Me? I just want to live today.
Response to Chalkboard poetry prompt: Life
By Aaska Ejaz
Beliefs about the world,
God and ourselves
Shaping our lives
coloring our perceptions
determining our experience
Some beliefs known
others lying hidden
in cellular memory
to be unraveled
like a Gordian Knot
Slowly cutting the string
they’re brought to light
where in consciousness,
examined, we can decide
Is it true?
I’ve been in touch with the power of our beliefs for some time. Beliefs influence our perception, both what what we see and how we see it. And, as a result, beliefs determine our experience of things.
I’ve known my belief “themes”, for lack of a better word, for some time. Mainly “I’m not good enough” and “I can’t play with the ‘big guys’.” I’ve learned with help to see the consequences of such beliefs, e.g., self-sabotage, self doubt…. But I never felt a real shift.
Recently, in my work with visioning and meditation (translation, a form of prayer and listening to the small voice within), I received the core of what’s been driving me: “I was rejected by family, God, it was a done deal, there’s no use trying.”
Note: My family would be horrified to know what conclusions I came to as a very young girl. I’ve long sense done the work of understanding and forgiving those involved. Still, the belief was operating out of sight in my cellular memory. It’s what unrecognized beliefs do.
So, when this belief came to me and resonated so deeply, I knew it was what’s been driving me. With the consciousness I hold now, I could see it is not true and never was. I feel lighter. It has lost its power over me.
We all have stories. We all have hidden beliefs. I want to testify that we can be free of them. Be free to love more fully ourselves and others. And so it is.
If you don’t look too closely
it’s perfect, the riot of colors
the hopeful Spring in bloom
The Butterweed looks intentional
the migrated Goldenrod fills in holes
the wild grasses soften the sharp edges
Only up close when you pick out
the unwanted clover and ground elder
thin the uncontrolled growth of lamb’s ears
Only when you look closely and decide
“not that, not here” does dissatisfaction
start to drain the magnificence of what you see.
This Spring brought to mind the John Cage quote, “What makes you think I’m not something you like?” I wonder, at what point are we blinded to the beauty around us because we’re too busy getting rid of what we don’t like. Are we too conditioned as to what is acceptable, beautiful, worth having?
I think it’s a really good question if you can dig deep enough to get past all that you’ve learned, past what you think is socially acceptable for no good reason other than conformity. I’m beginning to ask: “What do I love?” vs. judging what I don’t like. It’s got forward movement and opens my heart. We’ll see…
“What makes you think I’m not something you like?”
Space opening up
a quiet “isness”
just being
Not yet being called
Learning to follow
the inner prompt
Not knowing the
“whys” behind
Experiencing
Letting the feelings
guide to a deeper
understanding
Trusting life’s
unfolding
of me
*A liminal space is the time between the ‘what was’ and the ‘next.’ It is a place of transition, waiting, and not knowing.
I’m aware things are shifting. It would be easy to live in my head, to not trust the urgings to explore. Yet, every time I pay attention to what I am experiencing and go where it leads, I end up freer.
Sometimes a belief or conclusion I’m carrying that is untrue and limiting surfaces. Sometimes I feel an inner urging to do something that doesn’t make a lot of sense to my mind. Sometimes later, I see what that experience gave me; sometimes I don’t.
Life is for us…We are given all we need to live fully and be who we are created to be. Sometimes the gift is clothed in a challenge, sometimes in a pretty box, and sometimes it’s living in liminal space.
The psychic said I was ANGRY
I said I wasn’t
I hate it when I’m wrong
I said “driving” because we loved
to be on the road together.
I picked the hotel because it was
like the one we loved to stay at.
It’s his granddaughter’s wedding
He would have loved to be there
But he’s not….
Who am I angry at?
God? Joseph?
The fact is I still miss him so much
I can’t stand it sometimes.
Anger is not rational
Accepting it, accepting me,
accepting what is
I’m living my faith……
This too will pass
Keeping my heart open
Holding it all, even though
Sometimes it just hurts.
Enough said.