the most important things i am learning right now

i’m learning that i’m not learning anything new –
only choosing to remember a vast universe
that I heretofore chose to forget.
whether it was some intergalactic, ancient conspiracy
or the fact that my slightly agoraphobic father kept us home if there was
any possible chance of a thunderstorm within a 200-mile radius,
doesn’t really matter.

i’m learning that in more than fifty years of existence
i perhaps have learned nothing whatsoever about love
except that it carries the power to elevate above all else
and will run helter-skelter through any tidy emotional framework
we believe we have fabricated.
i’m learning to want it in a way that I have never known
and, of course, I’m learning that I haven’t the slightest idea what that might be.

i am gaining a deep wisdom about contentment right now
how it rises up out of simple soil
how utterly enough it is to live each day with a roof over my head and earth under my feet
and to feel the electrifying ease of being at home in my own skin.
for reasons of no import, this gentle concept eluded my understanding until now,
arousing a succulent irony at the very moment I recognized its arrival
astride the back of a great white tiger.

every inspiration that is pure of heart
weaves me into the warp of life’s sacred tapestry

every moment to which I bring my undiluted presence
is a moment sublime in its lack of adornment

each prayer I choose not to utter
births itself with a hope and promise for which there is no measure

in every imaginable aspect that alights within my circumference
i take the hand of creation in a pas de deux divine

what i am learning now is holy reconstitution
a way to sequester myself from that which seeks to encumber my rewiring,
a practice that brings a godlike order to man’s chaos of fragmentation
and returns me to the garden naked and alive.
how great is the satisfaction born from watching the sun and moon, clouds and stars
sweep across an endless western sky

right now, this is all that’s important.

15 comments

  1. I do not know what to say about your writing and how it affects me. All the words I try to string together sound trite and stilted. Your writing speaks to the inner me. Sometimes as I read it sometimes I am so deeply moved that I weep. So I will say a simply thank you for being a distant friend who blesses and nourishes me.

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  2. @Christy Leighton, I am touched at your recognition that these words are, in fact, light-bearers. And, I am always honored when they choose me to give them broader voice. Thank you.

    @BuddhiHermit, Tears are clear-running streams of emotion set free, are they not? So pleased that you continue to find resonance here. You are always welcome.

    @Jo, What a vivid picture your words paint! I thank you, too, for the beauty your Comment bestows. Hoping you will return and comment frequently.

    @timethief, And I will say simply “You are so very welcome, my friend of the North.” Glad to see you finding nourishment and blessing; you give so much of your time and energy to so many. Stay well!

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  3. TRICE = TRUTH’S RICE
    ENLIGHTENMENT IN A TRICE
    LEARN TO UNLEARN FOR SPACE
    WORSHIP OF WORK FOR PACE
    MIND TO NO MIND FOR SURFACE
    YOU TO YOURSELF FOR ONE’S FACE
    ONE TO KNOW ONE FOR GRACE
    TOUCH ONE TO EVERYONE FOR SOLACE
    SHOWER HAPPINESS FOR HUMAN RACE
    SING NEW LIFE FOR LIFE’S ACE
    LIVE NOW FOR GOD’S PLACE

    creativity is nature of god and
    expressing in any way is enlightenment,
    keep expressing……………..

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  4. BuddhiHermit

    You drove me to it!

    Loving Breathes

    A silent Whisper,
    A carried Breeze,
    Through the Trees.
    Branching, curling, swirling,
    Tumbling Bees,
    With an Ease,
    Made to Please,
    Brushing me, e.

    – Loving Breathes –

    Reaching out,
    Loving rides,
    My finger tips,
    Speaking out,
    Loving rides,
    My two lips.
    Coming in, and going out,
    Whispering silent sighs,
    Never have to say goodbyes,

    – Loving Breathes –

    A secret dances,
    From the heights,
    A scent delights,
    Caressing, holding, enfolding.
    A gentle sprite,
    Comes at night,
    My soul takes flight,
    Ahh, the sight.

    – Loving Breathes –

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    • OK, since buddhihermit now has his own blogsite (which he chooses to keep somewhat secret), this is the last time I’ll post his poetry here on mine. And, for those of you who may be wondering, he has confirmed that while my expression helps to inspire his creative fecundity, he here is exressing love’s call to love, and nothing personal is intended.

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    • A child is walking in the garden holding one finger of mother, happy
      enjoying the breeze, inquires suddenly, Mom why I like holding
      your finger? Mom answers as we transfer the data in the computer as this is data transfer of love between us. Child inquires again, Mom this breeze is touching us, what is that? Mom answers that is the data transfer of love between you and cosmic intelligence. Child inquires again, what is cosmic intelligence? Mom answers, breath is a union between you and cosmic intelligence, now go and play, let me watch you both together.

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      • @ramOsinghal,

        Thank you for your comments. I went ahead and edited this one because your writing in all capital letters came across as though you were talking very very loudly at us! (I also left you a Comment on your blog about this.) I encourage readers to click through to ram0singhal’s site to receive more of his unique approach to enlightening wisdom.

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  5. tekia

    this is such a wonderful poem. All the while reading this, I imagined a woman sitting out on her porch in a swinging chair bathing in the morning light with a cup of coffee just as the sun is coming up and she’s sharing that imparted knowledge that is gained through life learned lessons with a younger woman or perhaps one in the making. I also felt a very peaceful vibe here. Bravo!!

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  6. you are just fucking breathtaking. after reading you, i’ll i am capable of saying in your comments is ‘awesome. that was awesome.’
    damn you for knocking me senseless here:)

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  7. @ all of you guys,

    Your responses to my work humble and exhilarate me. (No, I lied. Actually, the whole experience is rather titillating.)

    I’m beginning to feel I may be a tough act to follow. Please don’t hesitate to slap me if I begin to get ridiculous.

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