Kate, your poem leaves me breathless in its beauty, wisdom and tenderness. “ Past the radioactive remnants/of our nuclear mistakes.” Amen. “Where the warm spiring forever bubbles up/like a holy wound.” Each of the lines in this remarkable poem touches me deeply. Thank you!
This is a cosmic poem from the deep time, the deep wisdom. "The universe is so old that this is/the only way I can begin to understand/the length of time that has passed/before humans and all of our strangeness," My goodness, A. your poems speak to me in every word and on so many levels.
Early this morning I wrote a poem about sitting on a bream between a river and marshland. A redwing blackbird showed up in that poem. They are one of my favorite birds. I love your poem
Your response just made see more in my own poem! Sometimes I don't know where a poem comes from, and I love how often poems become deeper or are revealed more when they're shared ❤️
Thank you everyone, once again for consistently sharing in this space and for being so kind and generous with one another. I'm so honored to be in community with you!
I really like the lyrical cadence of your poem, Jimmy, I, too, was thinking of cosmic consciousness and matters. Your poem re iodned of yet another song from the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band which feels like an anthem: "And So It Goes." https://youtu.be/oGH1diHvBwA?si=pqBerTqCw25IC8C7
What a splendid poem, Claire. I also like the notion of thread, and golden thread, and the connections we have beyond this realm. This is deep wisdom, and you share it well.
Korie, your poem of a clockless place is magical. Memories/Of eternity/joining moments/In solidarity." What creative instincts you have and are able to express. The pacing of your poem is so natural and reads like a poem, a song, a prayer and a cry to the One Love.
Thank you Nancy, for this wonderfully evocative and moving poem, for me, also, it took me to the births of our children, and the journeys we have been together and apart. It also brought to mind the losses in this realm, and that notion of being gone from here but not gone, of being distant but not far away. A beautiful poem!
The interconnectedness of souls has long been something I feel more or less with many people I know. But it really touched me strongly with each of my babies, with two, even before birth.
This is so tender, moving and lovely Rachel. Crafted so beautifully by the heart and spirit you bring. My instinctive answer to your belief at the end-yes, yes!
I love this Margaret! I had acupuncture and chiro this morning, and welcome the assortments of places my caregivers choose for that treatment's particular intention. I'd love to share it with our practioners, I know they will love it, if agreeable to you!
when I say
I’m going to pray,
I mean a prayer so big
it stretches ten thousand years
past the radioactive remnants
of our nuclear mistakes.
I mean a prayer indestructible
like a diamond, tucked into a dark crevice
of basalt in the depths of the river gorge,
where the warm spring forever bubbles up
like a holy wound,
to be found by some curious hands
in a time so far from now
there will only be faint ruins left
of our dream, this longing
to love
beyond ourselves.
"a prayer so big
it stretches ten thousand years"
I love this image of our prayers stretching into deep time
Kate, your poem leaves me breathless in its beauty, wisdom and tenderness. “ Past the radioactive remnants/of our nuclear mistakes.” Amen. “Where the warm spiring forever bubbles up/like a holy wound.” Each of the lines in this remarkable poem touches me deeply. Thank you!
Dear Larry, thank you for such attentive and caring comments… thank you for being touchable!!
You are welcome, Kate! And I love learning new phrases Being touchable is a great one!
WHOA. This is powerful.
Gorgeous!
kate, the imagery in your poem is breathtaking.
Thank you so much Nancy ♥️
This one brought tears to my eyes, Kate. It's so beautiful.
💔🙏 thank you dear heart
Very nice portrayal of eons passing
Have you read "A Canticle for Leibowtz"?
No but I just looked it up and 😱 definitely getting my hands on a used copy, thank you!
eons!! yes 🦋🌀
Nuclear mistake remnants.... hmmmm
I trace a finger down my forearm,
across my palm, and stop
at the last segment of my middle finger.
The universe is so old that this is
the only way I can begin to understand
the length of time that has passed
before humans and all of our strangeness,
how little time it has taken for us
to leave such a big mark on the world,
the arrogance and audacity of it.
As we are hellbent on destroying eternity.
This draws me right in - I'm tracing down my arm and holding the arrogance and audacity
This is a cosmic poem from the deep time, the deep wisdom. "The universe is so old that this is/the only way I can begin to understand/the length of time that has passed/before humans and all of our strangeness," My goodness, A. your poems speak to me in every word and on so many levels.
Love this imagery, thank you
This morning the red-winged
blackbirds are flitting and soaring
over the field
flying from the tree line to
their ground nests.
When the mist burns off
they'll chase away a raven
nevermind the raven is bigger —
there's more blackbirds and
that streak of red must
count for something
and anyway, they've been doing this
forever
As long as there have been fields
and spring and ravens
As long as flight
And I'm here, too
breathing it in,
my own cells piqued
by some memory of
belonging
Early this morning I wrote a poem about sitting on a bream between a river and marshland. A redwing blackbird showed up in that poem. They are one of my favorite birds. I love your poem
as long as flight…. 💔 this is perfection.
Thank you for this reminder to use our streak of red and our community
Your response just made see more in my own poem! Sometimes I don't know where a poem comes from, and I love how often poems become deeper or are revealed more when they're shared ❤️
Yes, so true! The value of this community.
This is so beautiful, Katie. You weave a beautiful scene with wonder, curiosity and wisdom. You are an incredible poet!
Thank you Larry!
Thank you everyone, once again for consistently sharing in this space and for being so kind and generous with one another. I'm so honored to be in community with you!
Mystics speak of cosmic consciousness
How we’re all connected
Across time and space
Knowing this to be true
I search for my real self
In this present place
Unencumbered by future & past
Learning that Love
Is the only thing that lasts
An Eon, a month
A day, a Century
There are no others
Only We
As I study this universe
Suddenly, all is sublime
Must mean we’ve always been here
Across Deep Time
I really like the lyrical cadence of your poem, Jimmy, I, too, was thinking of cosmic consciousness and matters. Your poem re iodned of yet another song from the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band which feels like an anthem: "And So It Goes." https://youtu.be/oGH1diHvBwA?si=pqBerTqCw25IC8C7
Jimmy, I have similar thoughts as I ponder time and try to write. Thank you for sharing.
Deep time
Deeper and deeper
I sink
Dive down
Down into the past
Into past memories
Past stories.
Looking
Searching
For the thread
The thread that connects it all
The thread that will lead me back
Up to this moment
Now
And on into the future
The golden thread
That weaves
And holds
All things together.
the image of the golden thread that weaves through time is so poignant, so present
What a splendid poem, Claire. I also like the notion of thread, and golden thread, and the connections we have beyond this realm. This is deep wisdom, and you share it well.
Deep Time
Deep emotions
Deep reaction
Deep confusion
as to the cause
Deep discussions
Deep reflections
Deep awareness
cause me to pause
Deeply probing
Deep convictions
Deeply questioning
why they are prime
Deep protection
Deeply buried
Deep imprinting
From a Deep time
I love the movement of this, the imprinting!
Very nice, Joe. This is wonderfully rhythmic! Deep blessings on your deep journeys!
In deep time
There are no clocks
To tick or stop,
For here is silence,
Memories
Of eternity
Joining moments
In solidarity,
Notifying
All who can be
Still and know
That all is always
Well for forever.
I love that you have captured that the clocks hold the capacity to tick and to stop. Yes!
Korie, your poem of a clockless place is magical. Memories/Of eternity/joining moments/In solidarity." What creative instincts you have and are able to express. The pacing of your poem is so natural and reads like a poem, a song, a prayer and a cry to the One Love.
Thank you, Larry 😊
In long buried time in the
depths of the past.
A time before, I knew you then.
In a time swirling far out beyond,
long after your passing,
I will see you, yet again.
`
There is a thread that connects
us to our past and carries us to our future.
I knew you then and now.
We are all connected through threads of time.
Weaving us in and out of our collective lives.
`
Ah… I say at your birth…
You are an old soul, come back to me in this time.
`
I say at your birth…
Ah… you have been here, many times before,
and you are a living angel not for this world.
`
And I say at your birth…
Ah… you have not been here many cycles before…
Like your sisters before you, your journey will take you to new places.
`
All of us…
swirling, curling around each other, in and out of different times
and different places.
Deep time
Shallow time
New time
Future time
Weaving, dancing,
knit together,
torn apart…
Reconnect,
split apart…
Together always,
Always apart.
We shall see each other
over and over again.
This poem brings me back to when my son was born, looking in his eyes and feeling like he knew so much that I'd forgotten ❤️
Yes! With each one of my daughters... there was this knowing when I first looked into their eyes.
This is so deeply moving. Thank you! I remember the hours of the wakeful nights after my three were born was my most fruitful time of writing poetry.
Thank you Nancy, for this wonderfully evocative and moving poem, for me, also, it took me to the births of our children, and the journeys we have been together and apart. It also brought to mind the losses in this realm, and that notion of being gone from here but not gone, of being distant but not far away. A beautiful poem!
The interconnectedness of souls has long been something I feel more or less with many people I know. But it really touched me strongly with each of my babies, with two, even before birth.
This resonates so much, Nancy. Your cosmic, intuitive gifts are so strong.
Our Sheila's were even stronger than mine. Her deep understanding of what is beyond the veil was uncanny.
Where was I before
You knew me,
She asked, not yet old enough
To read the confusion in my eyes
But old enough to know
Her origin story, her adoption story,
And to sense my hesitation
When she pondered,
Was I in heaven waiting to be born?
You were, I said, both
Astonished and frightened by
How much I wanted to believe that
Through the deepest, darkest
Tunnels of time and space
Within all that ever existed before
Our trajectories merged—mother and daughter—
At the precise miracle moment
The universe intended.
oh my goodness, so very beautiful! Thank you for sharing this tenderness!
This is so tender, moving and lovely Rachel. Crafted so beautifully by the heart and spirit you bring. My instinctive answer to your belief at the end-yes, yes!
Rachel, this is amazing.
deep time question marks?
We get stuff,
we fuck stuff up.
free will, for starters.
Even in your firm indictments, Chuck, your poems make me smile.
The hourless glass
Plays tricks on us.
A speck of sand am I
Marking time, waiting my turn
To be excreted, dumped
Into the unknown and unmeasured.
Then comes the cosmic joke!
I get the punchline:
There is no end or beginning!
Ha! Ha!
There is no spiral, circle, square…
No line or string
No shore.
Sunrise and sunset occur
With each blink of my eye.
Now fancy that!
When every last speck like me
Is filtered, sorted, and ended…
The great One
Turns the hourless glass
Upside down (!)
And starts all over.
Aha!
Begrudgingly,
I have come to believe:
Everything coexists
At the same,
Shall we call it,
For want of a better word,
Time.
Holy Moly!
All my ancestors are my offspring.
They are living, dying, and dead,
Right now.
Well, shucks,
At least I have now.
Whoops!
As soon as I wrote “now”
It became then.
This is getting confusing
Or is it getting clarifying?
I had better quit while I am ahead,
Or behind,
Or both at the same time
“Time.”
Written by the departed, departing
And yet to be born
Dwight Lee Wolter.
Very interesting and intriguing, Dwight. It reads for me like a conversational poem in its flow of exchange, question and pondering.
I said that I’d go first
For others were afraid
Of five thin pins inserted
In each ear
And so I entered it before the rest
Deep time.
Initially I was aware
Of the apprehensions of my guests
For I was host
In the space of retreat
The room assignments made
The schedule aligned
Packets of information artfully designed
The comfort of others, my concern.
But this
This was for me
So I’ll go first
—-
She moved with stealth
From one to one
Small gasps were heard
At unexpected pricks
Then none
Then fading shades of consciousness
Deep tones of red and orange is all there was
A healthy flow of Qi
Life’s energy unleashed
Through me
I am the center of
Eternity
wow. This opened up a whole unexpected pathway for me. And now I need to make an acupuncture appointment immediately 🥲
Yes, do!
? ?
This captures my experience of acupuncture perfectly. I thought it was just me!
I'm so glad!
I love this Margaret! I had acupuncture and chiro this morning, and welcome the assortments of places my caregivers choose for that treatment's particular intention. I'd love to share it with our practioners, I know they will love it, if agreeable to you!
Absolutely! I'd be honored for you to share.
Some things are a mystery to me
Yet in my heart, deep down,
I know
That deep in the depths of time
There are truths
That were ordained
of love
of hope
of life itself
which were
which are
which will always be
What a beautiful poem, Jane, and intention to bring into these perilous times.
In deep time
The questions i had
-
Will someone ever love me?
Will i become what i hope for?
Who am I after this change?
-
Are already answered
The questions i still have;
-
How will we get through this hurdle?
Or this week?
-
They Hardly register
On the long spools
Of history
This is brilliant, Jess, in the questions and the answers and the reflecton.
Pearl Divers
From one past dream, a pool
wherein to dive is soon to find, fathoms deep in blind cool, a line between worlds.
Is to swim without breath,
peal divers after scaly beasts,
forgotten things, cities beyond all remembering,
angst of beggars, greed of kings, love, hate, gold
and promise rings...
Now trash disguised in coral clans, barnacles with
slimy bands.
To dig in rubble, breaking nails, for beyond sight envisioning.
This is wonderfully engaging, Lisa! I felt right down there with you in the previous deep water!