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When all the seeds have gone to bed And turning in I sense with dread Where passion, mine, is almost dead I know the time has come To only tell the stories true And welcome in the waves of blue To pay respect that’s overdue And see the loops undone So let myself feel bursts of joy Not use despair as a decoy For Nature all my selves employ A thawing has begun Love Colleen Ceremonial Everything is holy now Burnt ashes and soot Going through the fire Everything is […]

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A Community Grief Ritual

” . . .  Help me to articulate the nature of my grievances and offer them up to the heavens:  not to hurry up and get over them, but to ask for small spaces of respite between the waves.  Ease the stress and anxiety of my unanswerable whys about the unbearable losses.  Carry them for just a little while, so that I may feel the weight lighten with the understanding that I don’t have to heave the burdens of my heart alone. . .  “ —Pixie Lighthorse;  Honoring Sorrow ” […]

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Shaped by Connection

My part-Do my part Uncertain territory Do what feeds my soul Be bold, move within Into the moving stillness Where do I belong? Participate with Everything is holy now Inhale pause exhale.  Love Cynthia Time to let go now The darkness has come to rest Rebirth comes from death The darkness shines in Everything is holy now The seed is sheltered Gratitude and grief How we live is how we give I choose to engage Living enough-ness Open ourselves to anguish Generosity Shaped by connection developing compassion Dimensions of love […]

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Lacking A Sense of Participation

I knock at the stone’s front door “It’s only me, let me come in. I want to enter your insides, have a look around, breathe my fill of you.” “Go away,” says the stone. “I’m shut tight. Even if you break me to pieces, we’ll all still be closed. You can grind us to sand, we still won’t let you in.” I knock at the stone’s front door. “It’s only me, let me come in. I’ve come out of pure curiosity. Only life can quench it. I mean to stroll […]

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Poetry that is close to Prayer

I’m not very good at praying, but what I experience when I’m writing a poem is close to prayer. –Denise Levertov She is calling me Do I listen to the depth? Dark grows, come rest Can you hear silence? Everything is holy now Music in life’s breath Wander and Wonder We connect community Simply by being. Love Cynthia A hot cup of tea Tiny hearts on each moth wing Fear clouds my mind For these I give thanks Sky painted pink, grey and blue As darkness descends And I am […]

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Surrendering

Words are the last resort for what lies within. –Rainer Maria Rilke Go deeper, descend What if I keep that in mind? Trust circles of life  Darkness invites me Everything is holy now Listening from the depths  Room in the forest Community connection Crossroads Simplify  Squishy, mucky, spongy wet Threshold possibilities Rich black muddy earth  Solitude and trust Resting in the liminal Patience in stillness.  Love Cynthia Dreams arrive on the edge of night Where everything is holy now And fade away with the morning rise  Soul holds the keys […]

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There are Forests . . .

  There is a world of life and spontaneity that exists all around me apart from my knowledge and awareness.   Its harmony invites me, its fellowship awaits, its mystery beckons me.   It is not remote or too far away, yet I rush along, heedless of its call. Yet whenever I return to the forest, I discover there a timeless presence whose eternal hand welcomes me.   At peace, I am no longer isolated, the forest’s life envelops me and gives me back my own. –Robert M. Hamma   […]

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At the Threshold

… circles of trust … are a rare form of community – one that supports rather than supplants the individual quest for integrity – that is rooted in two basic beliefs. First, we all have an inner teacher whose guidance is more reliable than anything we can get from a doctrine, ideology, collective belief system, institution, or leader. Second, we all need other people to invite, amplify, and help us discern the inner teacher’s voice. – Parker Palmer – Song Holy Now written by Peter Mayer Sung by Randy Meads […]

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Moving Stillness . . . The Threshold of Connection

  Stand beside the water and notice its stillness.  Notice most that it can appear still while it is in motion. Your heart, which pumps your blood, blood that is 90% water through your arteries and veins does so because it rests between beats.   It finds stillness while in motion.   Connecting with the flow of the river can be accomplished by becoming conscious of your heartbeat, let the river show you what it means to be STILLNESS in MOTION.   “As you watched, a great stillness came into […]

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Everything is Holy Now

“Poetry’s work is the clarification and magnification of Being.” – Jane Hirshfield –   The circle is strong Everything is holy now Together we join  Mind let me be free Everything is holy now My body does know  Sacred is the night Everything is holy now Light comes to help heal  Beloved Goddess Everything is holy now Your glory reveal  Love Shelley J.   A different tack Everything is Holy Now There’s no going back It’s a constant pull Everything is Holy Now to trust in my path See now the […]

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