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The two halves of life

September 14, 2010 at 8:41 am | Posted in meditation | 1 Comment
Tags: writing

On Sunday 12 September 2010, we gathered to consider “The two halves of life”. Ann led us in a teaching and discussion which for many present held an important key to understanding their journeys more fully.

There was a great sense of openness, especially regarding one another’s brokenness. We scattered for contemplative writing and reconvened to light candles and pray.

Here are 3 of the offerings:

WALKING ON WATER

Water, hold my fragile boat
Take up the oars in blistered hands
Carry the scull on aching feet
Carry the craft on bruised shoulder
Lower the burden onto the water

Little boat, hold my fragile heart
Lean over and open the gates
Adjust the seat
Feet in the shoes
Lock the gate
Centre the blades

Water, hold my fragile boat
Push off from the jetty
Lean into the wind
Steady and hold,
Lurch and correct
Balance and pull

Little boat, hold my fragile heart
Button pressure and body swing
Light hands, straight arms
Slow up the slide
Wobble, tip, recover

Water, hold my fragile boat
Drop the cleaver
Arc through the deep
Release and feather
Balance and pull

Little boat, hold my fragile heart
Run the craft
Wind in my face
Catfish below
Flamingo above

Water, hold my fragile boat
In the still calm space
Where I find my body, alive and restored
In the still calm space
Where my loss I redeemed, made whole
In the still calm space
Where I find my being, transformed in you

LKJ
12/09/2010

Lover

I have laid the warrior to rest, and the sage has moved off from the stage.
The King has taken off his crown, all these I have set down.

So the lover is what I now am, the amateur who loves for the sake of it.

The heart of this music, beyond valiant virtuosity, sagacious songs of power, or rousing anthems. The lover drawn to the allure of what lies beyond words, beyond mastery, and beyond glory.
The sound, vibrations of the heart, tracking the shape of being, in compassion and communion with all that is.

Nic

Full Bloom

1 Just the other day still
I was crushed
By claustrophobic smiles
And disapproving hugs

2 A seed, waiting for the fire
A flower waiting for the warmth of summer

3 God
Mutate my DNA into something
MAGNIFICENT
Help me out of my wheelchair
Teach me how to run …
With, not from, the sun.

Mariza