Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Pic and a Poem # 6




   why run away from serenity
  when she is sitting here calling
  for you to come rest in her arms?
  why bite these hooks of insanity
   when you could simply open
  and swim in the ocean of freedom?
 why do you rush around town
  knocking on all these doors 
   in search of contentment
 when he is sitting at your table
   right under your own roof?
   why do you pace and paw
  in a cage you built yourself
     when the passage out
 is to become soft like surrender?
    
 why all this questing and searching
        looking high and low
 this forever calling out for something
           that seems lost
      when you can find it
   forever in your own heart?
       come lie down here
       give yourself to rest
    cup your weary head in
     your own loving hand
     close your eyes upon all
            this struggle
         
      the inner eye will see
        to bring you home
 This one showed up today and I know it is a message for me. If you read it and it is also a message for you, take it into your heart and find time to rest, to retreat. Namaste.  
     

Monday, October 20, 2014

Pic and a Poem #5

    every day is a birth day,
    as long as we wake to another
    dawn with breath in our bodies
    we are called to offer
    our light to the world
 
     each one is unique
     each one is needed
     we are the constellation
     of sacred design
     don't doubt that the universe
     has a perfect space for you
     even now it is holding out its open hand
     inviting you to take your place
     in this dazzling light show
     this cosmic song and dance
     this is not about trying,
     proving or perfecting
     this is about being
     this is about faith
     this is closing your eyes and
     leaping out into
     the dark void,
     knowing that leap
     is the only way
     to true life  

     every day is a birth day
     a chance to get things right
     a chance to get things wrong
     no matter

     there is no unworthy experience
     and love is real
     let it come
     let it go 
    delight in all that is
     and shine 
      
   
 
   

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Pic and a Poem #4

I am a boat traveling
wave riding
soul questing
freedom chaser

Some other love junkies
 journey with me
we travel without
charts or maps,
not a compass or scope
to guide us

We close our eyes
 huddle close
 sailing by faith,
through the stormiest seas

When the wind gets whipping
and the waves crash down
we sing our song of love

Om namo away we go
with tears and joyful laughter

It might seem crazy
to go this way
and this much we have been told

We are in the boat
the way is sure and
we are never alone




For the acharyas. Always in the boat.



Friday, October 17, 2014

Pic and a Poem #3

 
                                                           the tangled jungle of life
may require a lion nature
called to charge forward
with sharp claws, bared teeth,
weapons drawn and ready,
prepared to do what is needed
drawing blood
bite and claw of battle
ferocious action
will and brave heart.

that is one way

i can get lost there
finding a fight in the mere
shifting of shadows
battling the wind or
the cycles of night and day themselves

lions also know
when to get quiet,
to sit back
in powerful, fierce stillness,
in the face of oncoming arrows
or penetrating darkness
drawing back claws
unbaring teeth
no need to rise up roaring
in an attempt to hold
on to illusions of protection

to cease action
is another action

paws sunk into firm ground
the bedrock of being
claiming one’s territory
turn in the direction of
the light

in a stance of courageous surrender
or prepared for righteous battle
skilled and precise


witnessing the approach
of what will be
opening to what is

this potent presence can
turn daggers into rooted trees
and curses into unexpected gifts

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Pic and a Poem #2





 A world of green and bright bird songs
     fills me with the word holy
     sacred temple of the wild
   I am in awe of your beauty  
           I belong to you

        When I am lost
         I sit on the soil
        with my trouble           
           my despair
      I cast my teary gaze
        up to your blessed
             branches

        Looking at you
         I find myself
           all of us
         in the world
     remembering comes
         a soft breeze
      or a bolt of clarity
       set into the open
      becoming arrives


Today I wrote this, and then I thought, this being a total experiment for me I might add notes about how I am feeling about it, challenges and triumphs that I might face. Right now I wonder, will I be able to sustain it, and for how long? I wonder if I will be able to successfully detach from the need for views, likes, external approval. Can I make some real shift around my tendency toward fearful strictness and perfectionism? It is an inquiry, and today I succeeded in presenting an offering from my heart.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Pic and a Poem #1




                                                   Go out to the waters edge
                                                          ready your net
                                                          close your eyes
                                                            inner vision
                                                               awake
                                                        draw in ocean air
                                                         lungs like waves
                                                           rise and fall
                                                                alive
                                                       a world at your feet
                                                     forming and changing
                                                               the pulse
                                                        flow of creation
                                                            around you
                                                            within you
                                                    cast your net fearlessly
                                                       free yourself at last
                                                           
                                                          

                                                       
                                                       




      Just to clarify, the pictures I post may be from today or from the many hundreds of photos I have taken and have not shared, this one was taken a year ago in Phuket, Thailand. The poems will be written in the moment and my intention is to leave them raw and unpolished. I want to honor whatever words come to me in the moment, organically, spontaneously. My objective is not perfection or reaching a standard, it is merely to create.
                                         
          

Words and Pictures



  My family and I recently had a vacation in Japan. We all had a wonderful time and it was another visually stunning journey. I took hundreds of photos. In my adult life I have been a bit of a dabbler, and I took several courses in photography in my late twenties and early thirties, and although I never completed those studies, I still love photography as a creative outlet. I find when I get behind my camera I really open my eyes, I see things more deeply, I notice subtleties and delicate nuances, the light and dark of things, the beauty of the large and the minute. I attune to symmetry, color, pattern, as well as the feeling, the emotion of things and people. I think I start seeing from a soul level when I use my lens. I am not a highly gifted or well trained photographic artist, but I delight in what I capture and value what I create. I have been pondering how to further use my photography in some way in my creative life.

On the plane returning to China I watched a movie called "Words and Pictures". It was not the best movie I have ever seen, but I did thoroughly enjoy it. The movie's central plot is built around two characters, one of them a male high school English teacher, the other a female Art teacher. Each is convinced that their chosen form of creative expression is superior to the other and so they begin a war between their classes, a battle between words and pictures. In the end it becomes clear that both words and pictures are evocative, powerful, beautiful, heartbreaking, joy inducing and ultimately so essentially human that we need them both. There is also a particular scene in the movie that points out the way music can touch into deep feelings and emotions in a way that other means can not, and I personally feel that dance does this as well. All of these forms we call the arts are really the soul expression of humanity, we would be lost without them.

When I got home I was reflecting on this and my desire to be even more creative, to create without so much considering and over thinking. I want to find avenues for daily expression without worrying about what other people will think of it or if they will value it. I am feeling like if I open the doors to a more varied and less cautious relationship with what I am putting out, the more my energy will become free flowing, and the more access I will have to my creative source, to my spiritual self. Kurt Vonnegut said, "Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

Besides photography, a form I used to invest enormous energy in, is poetry. In fact poetry is one of the first things I was recognized for at school. I remember in second grade, as part of a study unit on Japan (my, how things come full circle), being assigned the task of writing a haiku. When the teacher came to my desk and handed it back to me I saw it was marked ++, the best you could get, and a gold star sticker bonus. I remember her smiling at me and telling me what a good job I had done. This moment figures so crucial to me that, although I don't remember the teacher's name, I still remember my haiku.

                                            The Moth
  
                                      the moth in the dark
                                   flutters like the lost dew drops
                                      and then goes away

So it occurs to me that it would be interesting to take this idea of words and pictures and start my own personal creative inquiry around my use of both these forms. I will begin trying to post a picture and corresponding poem to this blog each day. I don't want to get too strict or rigid with myself though either, so that it is an intention with lots of breathing room and wiggle space. I will use this as an additional component to the work I am doing around self empowerment and letting go of the need for external validation or specific outcomes in my work.

This concept of doing actions without attachment to outcome is at the heart of true yoga practice, which is the central pillar of my life. In The Bhagavad Gita,  Krisha says to Arjuna, " You have a right to your actions, but never to your actions' fruits. Act for the actions sake. And do not be attached to inaction. Self possessed, resolute, act without any thought of results, open to success or failure. This equanimity is yoga."

Indeed, to simply open to the creative intelligence that lives in each of us is an astounding proposition, and if each of us started a curious and playful endeavor into our particular creative pathways, whatever they may be, without the dependence on external validation, it would be nothing less than revolutionary, evolutionary!

Do something that feels like art to you, that thing that makes you feel whole, engaged, alive, and do it. "Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."  I would love to hear about your creative experiments as well!!