simply says it
via Project Happiness on facebook
Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller http://youtu.be/8USVXvRUKoI
via Project Happiness on facebook
Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller http://youtu.be/8USVXvRUKoI
This is why we survive the winter
This poem is not meant for you
choking on your life’s debris, and
playing peek-a-boo with death seriously
then the surprise of ten thousand buttercups
out of nowhere on every side where they’d
never been before on my daily walk
might have had the effect on you it did on me
because suddenly
I wanted to understand how these particular
DNA, not
to mention the longings of the Milky Way
to reflect itself in the form called flowers and
in these buttercups, which seemed like a
visitation from the sun, urging me to tell you, in case like me you had forgotten
we are the universe’s latest way of blooming.
If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that joy is not a constant state, but a low grade buzz that sometimes roars and other times purrs, but that it is always available to sink down into, if I’m feeling the ache that makes for tears or the ache that makes for celebration. – Jen Lemen
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Jen Lemen says my poetry-prompt word of the day – buzz –
as she reads my blog and responds.
Listen to The Muppets sing Ode to Joy
http://youtu.be/VnT7pT6zCcA
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a few months ago I was Jen Lemen’s apple cake angel 😇 https://lifeacousticandamplified.wordpress.com/?s=apple+cake&submit=Search
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Close the doors.
You’ve already paid your dues.
Light the candles. Breathe
the Lilly of the Valley, the lilacs
in the vase. Reach for a pen.
Take a couple sheets of
parchment paper. Stretch.
Do Chi Gong. It seems obvious,
but sit down. Close your eyes.
Reach into the abyss. Tap into
the divinity, the Oversoul,
the Muse of the Mind. Let
your thoughts spill onto paper.
Let’s pretend you are the newest star.
Rescue your mind from a ditch.
Be aware a certain absurdity attends
outside the door. Awaken.
You are the healing waters.
Close the door, but don’t close
your mind. Come find your
own blue sky.
We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am.
It is what it is.
I am the other.
I am the unlovable.
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego.
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath.
I want to do things my way.
The earth to revolve around my desires.
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid,
because I know the truth.
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,
Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,
sometimes.
I don’t know what to say.
sometimes.
The very words catch behind
safe guards of emotion.
sometimes.
Speech refuses to commence.
sometimes.
Words pool behind the locked door. Waiting.
sometimes.
I lay and pray the words you don’t want to hear will dissolve inside me.
sometimes.
Silence fills the outside air.
sometimes.
Inside air is thick and muggy,
like the rain forest
or Savannah in August.
sometimes.
I go to sleep with heavy lungs,
weight of the unspoken hanging like the world between us.
sometimes.
ACL 6/19/13
Listen to Sara Bareilles sing Brave http://youtu.be/QUQsqBqxoR4
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Without a trace of protection
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future
Without a hint of fear
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion
or an instant of hesitation
ACL 3/4/13
We begin in the dark. Within.
Life.
Love.
Joy.
Invisible. Visible.
Grief.
Pain. Suffering. Healing.
Faith. Trust. Peace.
We grow and learn organically.
Evolution. Beginning. Ending.
Revolution. Courage. Strength.
Resolution. Passion. Alive.
All things come in their perfect time.
Longing. Loving. Belonging.
All things come.
Herky-jerky. Flowing.
Our choice.
Freedom.
Creativity.
Beauty. Kindness. Truth. Hope.
Are those gifts with wings
living in our hair.
Hovering around our shoulders.
Kissing our cheeks.
Wiping away our tears.
Birthing our songs as we rise from the ash. Flying.
As we live the dash.
In between.
Birth. Death. Visible. Invisible.
Connection. Miracles. Mystery.
Nature. Seasons. Harvest. Compost.
It’s who we are.
Dirt. Dust. Clay. Organic.
Earth.
ACL 11/19/13
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One old man keeps humming the same few notes
of some song he thought he had forgotten
back in the days when as he knows there was
no word for life in the language
and if they wanted to say eyes or heart
they would hold up a leaf and he remembers
the big tree where it rose from the dry ground
and the way the birds carried water in their voices
they were all the color of their fear of the dark
and as he sits there humming he remembers
some of the words they come back to him now
he smiles hearing them come and go
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Parts of a Tune by W. S. Merwin
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People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
Later in the day you can act like the others.
Listen to James Taylor sing You’ve Got A Friend http://youtu.be/xEkIou3WFnM
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