I wrote my poem before I read the meditation, but I can't separate the movement of my body from the movement of life all around me, so maybe it works anyway. ;)
I LOVE this poem so much, Lisa, and these are the words I needed to read early this morning, as I was about to stay in my head for the next few hours while working on research and writing projects. Instead I'm going out to look at the almost Harvest Moon before the clouds cover it later today. Oh, and follow-up with a walk to see the birds and ants and trees.
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I wrote my poem before I read the meditation, but I can't separate the movement of my body from the movement of life all around me, so maybe it works anyway. ;)
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Get out, get out
and walk
(or bike, or sit blinking in the sunlight)
and shed your fears like snakeskin.
There are birds to see,
and ants,
and trees,
and the round face of the moon
beaming down at you.
Get out, get out
of your head
and move.
I LOVE this poem so much, Lisa, and these are the words I needed to read early this morning, as I was about to stay in my head for the next few hours while working on research and writing projects. Instead I'm going out to look at the almost Harvest Moon before the clouds cover it later today. Oh, and follow-up with a walk to see the birds and ants and trees.
love this.
Thank you so much! It's so easy to get caught up in our heads. Writing these poems have been such an important reminder for me.
it works so beautifully! thank you for sharing it!
Thanks so much!
I am always entering or exiting something.
Even in the simplicity of the doorway to my home.
My day, an ongoing dance from dawn to dusk.
Some steps easeful, a relaxed flow. Other times
I stumble, having to pull myself up again.
.
Now and then, between the coming and going,
there have been long challenging hallways.
From a loss, a death, an illness… darker places
that feel like limbo, like nothing’s happening.
Except for the grief, frustration and confusion.
An underworld time of vulnerability, of letting go.
Shedding of the skin is a slow time of transfiguration.
.
After the hallway and before the moving on
a deeper wisdom does unfurl like a delicate fern.
Insight begins from an emptiness, a womb of not knowing.
A movement through the unfamiliar and undefined.
Then a labor, birthing, an arrival of a new awareness.
I love the doorway/hallway metaphor. And yes, they are all around us!
I like that pause between doors.
Perichoresis
Plié, and hold.
Stillness is an illusion
Which I try to hide in anyway.
Tondue, and hold.
The spinning of galaxies
And atoms dizzies me.
Chassé, and hold.
I would rather curl, like a snail,
Inside myself.
Arabesque, and hold.
Ballet was my first invitation
From myself, to myself
Assemblé, changé, rélévé.
To join the general dance.
My daughter taught me how to do a tour jete' once.
not pretty.
Tour jetés are HARD.
😂
The essence of the divine
is experienced through movement:
breath in and breath out,
breeze playing music with plants,
our dear planet turning, and turning again.
Even when I try to stand still,
to observe, to nourish memories of the moment,
the stardust that became my blood pulses
with the ocean, the air in my lungs
proof of a desire to move ever closer to
this loving and creative life force.
so beautiful.
Movement
Time stands still
or is it me
who can't move
as to move would mean
moving forward
or backward
(but I don't think it works like that, sadly)
away from this place.
If I stay really still
can it be as if
nothing has changed
it didn't happen
life can go on as before
No
Time cannot
does not
will not
stand still,
Life goes on
and I have to move
with time
and hope
that time will heal me
as we move forward
together
But it would be nice to just hop off the train for a little bit.
Moving
from prosaic
to prose
to the madness
of the poetic
is frightening
and inescapable.
OK, sorry for the physics but that is often how I think. Also, when talking about movement, Newton always comes to mind.
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MOVEMENT WITH FIRE
Always in a chaotic orbit
Around a strange attractor.
Can never predict my course
But know I travel
within boundaries dictated
by the sheer mass of humanity.
This chaotic movement in space and time
takes me to many frontiers and strange lands
allowing me to peer into this abyss
of philosophical and psychological uncertainty.
You are a Virgo, an earth sign
who can go deep into the soil of existence
I am Sagittarius, a fire sign
and an avatar of Shiva the Destroyer
maybe a rebirth of Heraclitus believing
all is in constant flux with fire
civil rights.
Jesus.
me too.
Handel's Messiah's 44th.
a significant bowel.
Memorable hallelujah movements
For astrology: Chani :)
Lovely story. Thank you for sharing this movement.
Movement
Turn from what was
Move towards potential
With the fall, illusions fall
All pretense washes away with autumnal rains
What was dark is now light
Anything to move is sinking into the earth
The winds of change bring chill to the liminality of seasons
Beckoning us to move closer to our holy, divine selves
Spirit moves ever closer as the eclipse exposes new light
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