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Home is so much bigger than it used to be,

now.

 

The plane touches down and part of my soul

is granted the peace of knowing that it is back

to where it started.

 

But what about yesterday?

What happens to the people I met

in an across-the-country-state

where the sun blooms in hills I never knew

until the wind blew my body in their direction?

 

My mind followed.

 

Memories will remain stuck to me like paint to a wall

I never wish to scrub off, that I never want to fade

the students’ faces, teammates’ voices,

my roommate’s laugh.

 

They were, are, my best friends,

just as sun and moon follow the lake

their reflections will change, but not disappear.

 

I close my eyes, open them with what seems like an answer

to the age old question, “Why are we here?”

 

We are here to expand our love in all directions,

wherever the wind takes us, wherever our soul lead us

we are one soul, after all.

 

I can sing of home, we can howl to the moon

praying to see the sun another day–

when light, all along, was right in front of us,

forever homebound.

 

June 28, 2015

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Who I Am

I can’t change the world

because it is already perfect*…

 

All you could ever want,

ever need

is all you could ever have:

Now.

 

And you always will–

as long as you are here on this Earth.

 

Now surrounds;

thus love, peace and perfect abundance surrounds…

and this is who I am,

who we are,

forever.

 

June 17, 2015

*I truly believe the world is perfect, meaning the Earth and the basic love that makes us who we are.  Society, however, where our minds live more often than not, is where evil and imperfection live more often than not. A second note: this was just a series of notes and reactions from reading the book, Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment, that I referenced in my last post.

A Lesson on Father’s Day: Listen and Love

For the first time in what feels like a while, I am taking a break from poetry for this lovely Sunday.

I am currently reading an appropriately enlightening book (one that many of you might already know), Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment. From what I have taken away from the book so far, Eckhart’s main idea is that we all, as humans, have grown to identify ourselves with our minds. Our identities are thus formulated around time: the mind depends on time to function, the idea that we have a past behind us and a future in front of us. The problem with this, however, is that the past and future do not truly exist. Our minds wind up thinking too much about something that is not real, instead of focusing on the Being in each of us, the only thing that is real: the “now.”

This book is important to me, if not for any other reason than for putting into words a feeling that I have had much of my life, the same feeling that has escaped me for quite some time. If you were to find a mirror right now, stand or sit in front of it for more than a minute, and just stare at yourself, absent of thought or surrounding noise, what would you see? Would your brain register the image as you, meaning “Michael” or “Mary” or “John”? Would you feel that name and your “story,” your past and future self, is the real “you”? I used to do this growing up, most times accidentally, and I would, after a while, say my name to myself. I would repeat it over and over. And yet it did not stick. The name had no meaning– if anything, it made me truly question, “Who is Reaching Joy*? She is not real.”

It didn’t feel like me; but it was a good feeling. I felt like I was much more than just my name, my story. I was, my identity was based upon, the simple feeling of being alive. I felt connected to a force much bigger than myself, a force that held more truth than the identities we carry with us day to day.

It was a unique feeling, indeed, to experience growing up. I once tried to explain the experience to my friend in college and she looked at me like I was crazy. I do not blame her. But now, reading Tolle’s book, I can see and begin to understand what I was experiencing. Was it a form of “spiritual enlightenment,” as he describes it? I am not sure. But I do know one thing: the one thing that I have always believed in is that we do not know anything in this life. Tolle’s book has now let me in on a second thing I truly believe in: listening.

When we listen to others, to the world around us, to our own selves, we tap into something much more meaningful and truthful than anything we could speak verbally or inwardly through thought. To truly listen means to quiet everything: the mind, judgement, the notion of time. If we really know nothing as human beings– as I believe– listening allows us to observe our world and experience it for what it is, not for what our perception makes it out to be. If there is a truth to be found in this world, listening is the way to it.

Oh, and I do believe in love– a love that connects our experiences to each other and everything around us. Love and listening: they are what I want to be the center of my life. Thank you, Tolle, for teaching me this.

What do you think of Tolle’s message? And what is the center of your life?

*I substituted my real name for my blog name, naturally

Quiet

I want to revel in my introversion forever,

I want my quiet nature and simple heart beat

to spread itself in the wind,

tracing my toes and sweeping my hair back

and forth.

 

I need not be ashamed

that my peoples’ place in history

is rarely one of the well known, public speaker–

ironically we can relish in the solitude of being unknown

 

Modesty is our finest cloak,

lightest backpack,

ready to take on the trail

 

Life: it is not a game,

not a show,

there is no reason to speak so loud

 

The silence pours through me in buckets,

and I’m reminded that in this time,

at all times, it is okay to be me,

a porcelain doll

not afraid of getting some dirt on her

with bracelets of stone

reminding me of where I really come from.

 

Life is art; we are such a simple part.

 

Do not hate; find your confidence elsewhere.

 

There is nothing we own; leave your selfishness

home at the table.

 

The wood I see is layered with light,

bark, leaves and sky

I bow down to you and nothing else.

 

My love knows Muir so well,

that even in a city I could joyfully write

about daffodils in spring,

in a park where it is sunny,

summer blooms,

and I can be nothing but quiet.

 

June 14, 2015

Come Meet Me

Come

meet me,

and all the other

voices that live

inside your head.

……

I am no more.

…..

You will listen and

listen

and listen

but you will create no more.

….

You can write about fear

You can look at it

straight in the face

Your ability to heal is profound.

..

Today is only today:

pure, empty, simple–

like your body,

your mind

.

Our souls, roaming this world,

uniting our light with that of the universe.

June 9, 2015

I Don’t

I don’t want to talk about it–

all I will do is let my emotions get in the way

I don’t want to talk about it–

so let the bad blood flow, let it stay

in the same spot it stood yesterday

when I realized that I’ve been living in two worlds,

never realizing that they make up one life.

I don’t want to talk about it–

the fear of being wrong, of being imperfect

will let that dog remain a stray

I will say “I’m sorry,” and “I’m sorry,”

and “I’m sorry,” until it feels like that’s all my lips

have ever said– even if I’m really sorry

for shitty mistakes, broken masterpieces,

pretending that I can make everyone happy

at one time.

Worlds collide, because we only live in one world.

You think that I’d know that by now.

So I don’t want to talk about it–

just accept my flaws as they are

and I’ll continue to read your insecurities on the page

like you read mine so long ago.

I don’t want to talk about it–

but from looking in your eyes,

we already have.

June 13, 2015