the poetry speaks for itself…
The Mill
the poetry speaks for itself…
the poetry speaks for itself…
it is five o’clock this July morning
opening my eyes to the summer moment
instead of the warm sun of the past two weeks
my eyes found a heavy fog laying across the hills
just a hint of the trees poking through
no clear image…no clear direction…
how often do i wander in the shadows?
it is not easy to love oneself
why?
we have to give up all the labels we have struggled with for: “forever”
we have to redefine ourselves
we have to take courage to believe we are someone of worth
we have to strip ourselves of illusion
we have to find joy in who we are
we have to believe in ourselves
we have to trust ourselves
no one can do it for us
no one can tell us we are good
we have to do if for ourselves
we have to walk our life
we have to take the steps
the ultimate courage
to take responsibility for who we are
and allow ourselves to feel
to feel hurt
to feel joy
to feel pain
to feel lost
to feel want
to feel sorrow
to feel grief
to feel response
to feel wonder
to feel delight
to feel love
for
ourselves
no matter
the outcry of the masses
no matter
the distinction of a few
no matter
what anyone says to you
believe in you
you have worth
English: Projected density plot of a redshift z=2.5 dark matter halo from a cosmological N-body simulation. The visible part of the galaxy (not shown in the image) lies at the dense centre of the halo and has a diameter of roughly 20 kiloparsecs. There are also many satellite galaxies, each with its own subhalo which is visible as a region of high dark matter density in the image. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
you are okay the way you are
you are unique in all of the cosmos
you matter
because you are
compassion for oneself
compassion for your humanity
accept your humanness
accept who you are
you have a right to BE
be gentle with you
be gentle
and
breathe
this is so well written…it speaks about compassion so well in our broken world…
a passionate poem that will capture your senses …each line is like a gentle breeze carrying you over the seas of love! Lovely poem by Gyslaine!
“Suffering…part one” [Skip down to the second part, if you have already had enough Suffering…smile!]
I feel overwhelmed today with the suffering of this world. With the death of Shane, a young, passionate writer on WordPress, it has struck me deeply again.
I once saw suffering only as tremendous pain and loss. While it certainly is that, it can be understood on another level. Since last evening, after my night at the Mindfulness Center and our meditation on “Suffering,” I have come to see it in a different light. Now I understand suffering refers to the impermanence of people, things, and events in our lives.
Change is the only permanent thing. Nothing ever stays the same…a concept that I am sure I heard in songs over the sixty some years of my life, but never really understood the depth of that idea of which I do now. Buddha is quoted as saying, “I teach one thing only–that is suffering and the end of suffering.” I am not sure if I grasp that fully, but I believe that one thing that it can mean, is that if we see suffering as impermanence…then the time it will cease, is when we leave this life. Then it will end.
Of course there is more to life than suffering…there is much love…that sustains us and keeps us going. Without love, the world would have ceased long ago. Love convinces me that there is something or Someone greater than ourselves. I firmly believe that all of life exists in the Heart of God…and that Heart is Universal Love. And I believe when we leave Mother Earth our energy is not destroyed but returns to the Creator of Love. It is inevitable that we each will die. Death is escaped by no one. We can run and hide from it…but it is going to happen to each of us…and I am thinking that in our Western society, we tend to run from it with all that we have. Because we are so busy running, we fail to live in the moment. We are running from our own mortality. And why do we fear what will happen eventually? Perhaps if we resisted it less, we could live the present in a more fuller sense. We would not be running, but we would be living in the NOW.
I believe that the Loving God has taken my young friend, Shane, into Loving Arms. I think death is not permanent…just another change…into greater becoming.
“Suffering…part two”
As I further my reflection about suffering, I realize that suffering is not all that there is about life. If we only looked at life in that manner, it would be quite dismal. Then I think of the many ways I find myself slipping into that pattern of thinking. I have to tell myself strongly to “STOP!” [a word that I received from a good friend…so simple…yet definitive…and does the job!] It is quite easy to say I hate feeling that way–because I really do–and it depletes me of my energy and focus…it makes me paralyzed. I literally can not move my body to do anything! Then I have to muster up the courage, with a lot of phone calls to friends who keep me strong, and begin again to BE.
When I was working full-time as a teacher, it was much easier to pull myself out of it, because I felt I had a purpose and that I had to be my best self for my students. I am sure I did not always succeed as well as I would have liked, but, for the most part, when teaching I felt full of energy and enthusiasm. The creative side of me took over and I thoroughly enjoyed my students! Then my career came to an end, sooner than I had anticipated.
I felt such a great sense of loss. I could no longer see a purpose. The first year was pure hell—I think I walked around in a daze. I began writing on WordPress in October of 2011. If I wrote one post a month, that was a major accomplishment.
I was overcome with grief. My Mom, who I love with all of my heart, died at the age of 94. She was living with us…my home became her home…just as she had always opened her home to all of us for all the time that she lived. Mom was very welcoming and we could bring our friends to her home any time and each was welcomed. Sixty years was a gift to me…but it still was not enough. Then my sister, Barbara, passed away 6 months later from myotonic dystrophy. Then this past March, my younger brother, Bill, passed away from the same disease. Prior to my Mom’s death, my sister’s son, Jimmy, died from the myotonic dystrophy. It was five years of loss of life…and then my meaningful job was gone…my children left the nest, and here I was…alone in this house!
I still find it difficult…I am still trying to find my way. Now at least, I can stop pretending that there hasn’t been loss. I can stop pretending that there is not suffering. To be able to acknowledge that suffering in my life has freed me. It took looking at it squarely and accepting that it exists.
Many good intentioned people would say to me, “Hey, look at what you all did!”…”You could have it a lot worse!’…”You have a house to live in, food to eat, you can do whatever you want. You have it made!” I could NOT swallow that. I could not digest it! It just got me more angry every time someone would say something like that to me. They did NOT understand my losses and seemed to minimize my feelings. And I really did NOT feel that I had “it made.” Financially, I live on the edge of the ledge and live very carefully with my coins. Where I live is also a constraint. There is no public transportation. In many ways, I thought, “they just do not listen; they do not get it!” I just became more angry inside.
Then I realized, depression is anger turned inside. I needed to accept my loss, accept my anger, and go forward.
Then I began attending the Mindfulness Center last Fall. This is the second time I am working through the book, INSIGHT MEDITATION, and I am sure I could read it a thousand times more and I would still learn more about mindfulness and about myself, and my relationship with others. I was so happy to come to the chapter, “Suffering!” Yes, that is a contradiction—but, alas, I knew my feelings were not false. I was indeed suffering and it was being acknowledged!
So it has been two years now since all the caterpillars have changed to butterflies, and two years since my life has changed from 36 years of teaching, and I am off to the races…so to speak!
Now I can begin my journey to healing…
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INSIGHT MEDITATION by Sharon Salzberg Joseph Goldstein; SOUNDS TRUE, Blouder, Colorado. 2001.
We have many injustices cropping up everywhere in this country…but we also still have it better than 70% of the world…I am hoping by sharing your blog that we will appreciate more what we do have….and then be pushed to help those who have less…and SHARE more with each other. IF each person did one sharing a day, what a world it would be!
When I first moved to Russia in 2011 during the depths of winter, it became incredibly apparent to me that life in Russia is not for the faint of heart. Perhaps it is because I arrived at the end of January when there were twelve foot snow piles and twelve inches of ice covering the sidewalks; killer icicles hung from the buildings, bitter cold temperatures pierced through every layer of clothing, and dark overcast days seemed in abundance. There were days when I would wake up ready for a warm shower only to find that the hot water was off, again, and it was -30°C outside. Over time, you begin to see how incredibly difficult life can be for many Russian people and it is not uncommon for one’s skin to thicken in response. Russian people are very tough and if you do not toughen up yourself while living there…
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Sincerest sympathy to Mrs. Fulton and Mr. Martin and their family!
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What happened to that America, the home of the free?
What happened to that dream, where all colors can BE?
What happened to the day when we could walk without fright?
What happened to this young man, simply was not right!
His parents are left with his photo and thoughts–
The freedom of equality that night was shot!
Was justice served? No one could win. It seems it was lost!
More fear, more hatred, more revenge, is the new layer of frost.
What will it take before we open our eyes to see
That black, red, yellow or white, our blood is the same, for you and me
How many more of our young people must die…
How much more racism and killings, before love is cried?
Dismayed I was, as I heard young adults, much younger than me…
Some of my former students, shout racial obscenities
How precious life is…how shallow our breath…
How long are we going to continue this hollow theft?
No one has the right to take the life of another,
Who is going to grieve with this mother?
Already, another murder has been committed in the sun
A second white man shot another African-American with a gun
He shot into the car filled with teenage boys
Because he didn’t like the radio noise
He is claiming he had the right, and already the gun owner is being set free
Six months since Trayvon died on the street, Jordan Davis is dead, you see
Violence creates more violence, we need to stop before no one remains
Love and understanding are the only way for us to honor all names
What will it take before we open our eyes to see
That black, red, yellow or white, our blood is the same, for you and me
I heard something traveling through the ductwork tonight
This woke me from my sleep and gave me great fright
I was awaken by a noise from the basement below…
A raccoon? a squirrel? a chipmunk? a sparrow?
There is no door to that level…so what is it?
I don’t know as I sit here and fidget!
I am terrified…terrified of the night and the unknown
Who do I call, who will answer the phone?
Now I sit here at the kitchen table, my heart pumping and my fingers typing
And I just heard another stumble and fall, vibrating through the piping
How one’s imagination runs with the fear…it probably is nothing at all…
I heard it the night before last, as well, a duct work running call
What do I do? It is after one in the early morning, and almost two
But now…three times I heard a sound…three times a sound, a few
Alas, my eyelids are heavy and falling to the ground
No more I hear, all is quiet, without any sound
Yesterday, Nadia asked me, “What happens when we die?” as both she and her brother, Ayden, were sitting on the swings, and I was pushing them into the air.
I do not know why I said what I did, but I said, “Well, we begin with Love…we are with God and he asks us if we want to go on vacation to Earth, and then we visit awhile, and then one day our bodies become old and we go back to God.”
Nadia said, “But I will miss you, Nanny, when you die!”
Of course, that tender response brought tears to my eyes, so I added, “Well, I will always be with you, Nadia and Ayden, because then I will be an angel watching over you. And you just need to remember that I am there…”
Ayden persisted, “But then do we become angels too? I am a boy…can boys be angels? Every picture of an angel I see has long hair and looks like a girl!”
Nadia chimed in, “An angel? Really?” She was definitely more enthusiastic about being an angel and was laughing with delight, “Then I can fly like the birds into the sky?”
I addressed Ayden’s question first, “Ayden, yes boys are angels too! Some artists are still learning to draw! There are boy angels! When you are an angel, you can visit anyone anytime…you can float on the clouds…it will be a wonderful party.”
Ayden seemed relieved and he said, “You mean, I can fly like a bird too?”
“Yes, Adyen! High like the eagles!” I said enthusiastically.
Nadia said, “I am still little. I don’t want to die yet.”
To this I replied, “I do not want you to die either, as I would be very, very sad and miss you! But I am sure you will have a long life. I plan to be around for a long time…so we will have lots of fun!” It was getting a bit serious for me–and I realized that we were discussing a very important concept for them. I did not want them to deny their perceptions of death, that there is suffering, but there is also much more than that! But we cannot accept life, without accepting that death is a part of life—yes, too deep…too deep for me. All this is running through my brain, and they were persistent in wanting answers.
Then Nadia said, “But what about our bones?”
“Well, I began, “Do you know how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly?” [thank goodness for Dora the Explorer and the science channel that they both love to watch! Ayden wants to be a Zookeeper! and Nadia is convinced she wants to be Rapunzel– the beautiful princess with the long, blond hair!]
Both responded, “Yes!”
Well, that is what happens when we die; we become an angel, our bones stay behind, and just like the caterpillar turns into a butterfly, we turn into angels and then we live with God in Love.”
They were swinging into the air and they seemed content and I was content.
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