airways
in with the good air
like
cartoon resuscitation
breathing is important
it also
signals contemplation
also
a necessity for yoga
instruction
but back to contemplation
as if to step outside
and on the porch
to inhale
nature
of the morning
or the sunset
in a good way doesn’t matter
life
in active participle state
(or
gerund as condition
with commitment)
reminding
teaching
remembering perhaps
though at best
through the filter of the moment
hearing
as if the sound might be
pouring through our cells
a gospel of
now
inhaling the moment
exhaling
what is dispelling helpful to release
into
the cycle of all atmospheres
but
you know
simply breathe
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Black Hours
Black hours
Don’t have to mean
A dark night for the soul
Or for
Another part of
Self
An exclusive mediation
That must go
Sadly
Matched exhaustion
With frustration
Due to
Existential form
For
Sometimes
When I was done
With day
And daytime matters
Care for mother
And
Father-negotiation
With
House and home such-like
And also work outside
Of these
I could claim some
Time
And I was tired
I had some time
I took some time
And I was
Tired
Yet so many things
Were sunlit
Surface things were quiet
So
I could
Own
An hour or so
To sit and think
Like Pooh
Beside the jar
Or like the Satchel cat
That sits and thinks or sometimes
Only sits
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The classic Dark Night of the Soul is a poem and also commentary by Saint John of the Cross.
Prescribe Contemplation
Forgive me
For a fat mind
And soul leaden
With lethargy
Crowding out the angels
Pressing leaves of better notions
From a wisdom tree
I’d do so much better
Reading these even if I can’t
Hear heaven’s language
While living low to
Ground
Unearned wings
Plus siren’s wax all
Impeding taller clarity
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Lent 32
Is there a mood for Lent?
We could light a candle
Or set a dancing flame inside
A lamp
We could cross ourselves into
A meditative frame,
A shape that’s somehow both
Relaxing and attentive
(from yoga, we might learn options)
We can clean our minds
Dust out the mental bunnies
That distract with
Rapid-fire hiding
Leave the nightmare-horses go
That otherwise fence our thoughts
And predilections
A prophet might say
Make straight
The roadway to the Lord
Monarchs might proclaim
A day for silence and in
Contemplation find peace within
Oneself and in the realm
But kingly days are done
(we have the prophet’s words)
Except for self-styling
Which days should be numbered, too
Leaving us with our unbloodlined
Selves,
Choice and determination
Know thyself, someone says
(sooner or later in nostalgic king’s English)
It’s a democracy of souls
To find direction
We are free
As we are
To seek out something
That we need
In and for each season
That we have
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Meals are by candelight on Great Gull Island. The candleholders have been around the block a few times.
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