
It’s been a while since I posted (or wrote) a poem, but tonight I felt inspired… by my dinner!! Comical! It was so beautiful, I decided I had a food crush…And so this funny little poem was born (originally posted … Continue reading
It’s been a while since I posted (or wrote) a poem, but tonight I felt inspired… by my dinner!! Comical! It was so beautiful, I decided I had a food crush…And so this funny little poem was born (originally posted … Continue reading
Sometimes I come
UP with little poems…
Rapping in my head
To mitigate boredom.
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Down, down, down you go
Into your HEART, don’t ya know…
There you’ll find a point of connection
Where the world is linked in a magical nexus…
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I originally wrote this little poemette spontaneously on my Twitter feed a few years ago. I just was scrolling through my old posts today, and I saw it. I’d forgotten all about it! It made me smile, so I thought I’d share it here on my poetry blog. I’ve been blogging more in prose lately on my travel/lifestyle blog “A Muse on the Loose” –weaving stories and snippets of wisdom and randomness about my gypsy philosophy, travel tips, lessons learned, and adventures. But I do miss poetry. I’ll get back to it more regularly soon.
I am an astrologer, in addition to an artist, writer, and holistic physician/healer. I am a Scorpio sun sign, but I have the planet Uranus conjunct (next to) the sun in my birth chart. This makes me a very Aquarian Scorpio! (Uranus rules and is thus strongly associated with the sign of Aquarius.) Aquarian types love to bring through new ideas, humanitarian “love your neighbor” principles, a sense of freedom and individualism, and so on… Connection, innovation, evolution, and oneness are big Aquarian themes.
I didn’t title this poem when I first wrote it, but when I re-read it, I thought (with a bit of a laugh), “There’s some Aquarian fluffy stuffs for ya…” It’s all true though.
We are connected.
The poem sounds very light and playful, but it’s actually about something really profound.
I personally do believe there is an etheric or energetic network linking us all. And probably the heart is the central point of individual attachment to this grid. The deeper we drop (or EXPAND) into the heart and into a sense of impersonal, non-specific love, the more transpersonal and connected we become (our focus shifts to the grid, rather than our bodies). Love loses its individual dimensions and becomes generalized (it’s not about loving someone specific at that point, it’s about radiating and BEing LOVE itself). Everyone can get there, I think, though it may take work (releasing blocks), practice, and intention…And sometimes we can only find that magic spot now and then…(such is the case for me). But it’s worth looking for. Regularly. It’s the best place ever!
There, there is no I. Only LOVE. What’s better than love? Nothing. And when love is everything, what have we got…? UNITY.
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Figment of my imagination–
Until I met you.
And then–
We danced a wild dream.
Open hearts collided.
Poetic visions united….
Fearlessly we witnessed
Love’s song.
Days became weeks
And weeks turned to years.
The inside of my heart
Was called YOU.
Deep in the caverns
Of mind’s recesses
Old stories (of ME)
Disappeared.
Gradually, mysteriously…
Like the moon in her phases,
Eventually our nights
Became dark.
Time unbraided–
Wild hearts simply waited;
Yet LOVE, in her perfection,
Remained WHOLE.
Freedom is the teacher
Of this school, this course…
Her message to me was
Just LOVE…
Have gratitude for the journey.
Celebrate the memories…
Cherish the dances
You have done.
Love is the objective.
And also the answer.
It is the question
And also the SUN.
Attached to someone
Or noone
Love burns like a fire
That ultimately and truly is free.
It is okay to let go;
It is okay to still love…
Noone and someone
Are both Y O U.
This poem is, of course, about letting go of lost love–or more specifically letting go of possessive love in favor of universal love. This is the gift all my experiences with love seem to give. Love never has to die, it only has to evolve. The lover and the beloved become one…
I wrote this about an important relationship in my life a few years ago for a poetry class I took at the University of Arizona but played with it a bit today … as I continue to learn the humbling lessons of Love Alchemy.
Pausing to watch
A mysterious moment
Of silent transition,
I give thanks for the beauty
Of one precious day.
Simon you are
Like sunlight to me.
Penetrating, wild
And definitely free.
I love how you shine–
How you move and dance.
Together we’ve entered
A compelling trance.
But our love–it’s unstable,
A warm, stormy cloud…
Lightening and thunder
That’s deafeningly loud.
Together we SOAR
But also we dive.
It’s elating and painful.
There’s nowhere to hide.
I can’t trust my feelings
And just open to love.
It’s rocky…and wobbly,
Too confusing…I’m stuck.
I never thought I’d be
In such an unsteady state.
But what did I expect?
You mirror my face.
My true name is NISCHALA
Said a guru in the sky.
I must learn to live it–
Look fear in the eye.
“Steadiness, unwavering…”
This is who I am,
Said Satchidananda, the guru.
I can be it. I can.
Hold tight to a fixed point,
And float in the abyss.
My heart is an anchor
When the dragon’s fire hits.
I always have a still point
Inside I can trust.
God is within me.
I do know this much.
My love is a light
So infinite and free.
If steady in myself
I am completed by me.
You are a gift, dear Simon
To show me once again
That the source of true love
Is inside my own skin.
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I don’t usually publish my more personal or “shadow-side” poems, but I realize by only offering the lighter side of myself, I am keeping my shadow in the darkness. And one of my commitments, being the consciously evolving Scorpio that I am (or try to be), is to bring darkness to light and experience transformation through the depths. I also really believe that creativity or the Muse can help us gain insights and heal parts of ourselves that are stuck or confused. Writing poetry is one of the best ways I’ve found to work through difficult or painful situations and emotions. Drawing or dancing can (also) really help, but there is a special power in words…Don’t you think?
Today a samurai. Tomorrow a butterfly. And so it goes…
Note: Swami Satchidananda, the founder of Integral Yoga, gave me the spiritual name Nischala upon completion of my yoga teacher’s training certification in 2004. The name was “channeled” for me through his principal lineage holder Swami Dyananda, as Satchidananda is no longer in the body. Dyananda taught us that spiritual names can sometimes reflect the light and truth that we already are, but in other cases they reflect what we are destined to become through learning and growth.
Living up to this name has become a goal of my life… OM OM.
“Who ate my apple?’
Was the first thing I said
When I woke up that morning
With camper’s head.
I’d put trash in a bag
Up in a tall tree
And in it an apple
Too mealy to eat.
At dawn, I awoke
And the whole bag was GONE!
No noise, mess, or snaggle–
Just a branch that was torn
Straight off the tree
As if it were twisted…
Could a bear do that?
If so, I’ve missed it…
Years as a camper
And never I’ve seen
A bear steal food
So neatly, so clean.
This job was perfect.
I pondered who’d done it.
Racoon, bear, or skunk…
Or Sasquatch?
Dream on it….
(I wrote this poem a few months ago while thinking about the very curious experience {described in the poem} that I had on a 5 day solo “Vision Quest” in the Chiracahua mountains in Arizona several years ago. I love a good MYSTERY!)
Like a bug pressed flat
On the windshield of my existence,
I catch a f l e e t i n g image
Of true S E L F …
Before the swinging arm
Of consciousness moves again
And “I” … am back.
October moon rises- -
Orange from the sun.
Crisp air shudders.
As tree waits,
One leaf falls.
Rabbit hops,
Crow flies.
Mysterious womb gathers
Scattered dreams of receding day.
Moths parachute through time…