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The Moment

Posted: October 13, 2011 in Poetry
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The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood

Beauty in the Moment ~ 2009

Emerging from the test on Friday. Today is Monday and I feel like I just woke up after a long sleep. All went well. I am curious to see where this flows to next.

My heart is open and clear. My heart leaps with JOY!

In Blackwater Woods

by Mary Oliver
 
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

Emerging ~ Juicy Heart at Easton Mountain Summer 2008

Thanks to Mary Oliver

LAUGHING calms and calls the FEIRY – JUICY Heart into submission.

My Laugh this morning came from a poem…

Sphincter

I hope my good old asshole holds out
60 years it’s been mostly OK
Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation
survived the altiplano hospital–
a little blood, no polyps, occasionally
a small hemorrhoid
active, eager, receptive to phallus
coke bottle, candle, carrot
banana & fingers –
Now AIDS makes it shy, but still
eager to serve –
out with the dumps, in with the condom’d
orgasmic friend –
still rubbery muscular,
unashamed wide open for joy
But another 20 years who knows,
old folks got troubles everywhere –
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints–
Hope the old hole stays young
till death, relax

Allen Ginsberg

LOVE and LAUGHTER for the JUICY Heart today.

My Support group as I LAUGH and LOVE – Aug 2011

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

—— from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver

 

An inspiration for the day.

Today is a day of preparing . I adore: “You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves…”
 

 

 

Transitioning Rose July 2011

If you are interested in knowing more about inspiration and how being inspired might fire and awaken your heart contact me at: Phillip Coupal Counselling and Coaching

Today inspiration from

e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

 

A favorite…


thrilling flowers and man made an offering… Summer 2009

 

 

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

—— Rainer Maria Rilke

An inspiration for the day.

Like the rose with petals circling the core… the tower… the center. Layer upon layer and eternally opening to the seed, the heart.  

 

Rose July 2011

If you are interested in knowing more about inspiration and how being inspired might fire and awaken your heart contact me at: Phillip Coupal Counselling and Coaching