Category: <span>Poetry</span>

I found this poem on Sudhir’s website!  It was a joy to find him here on the WordPress blog-o-sphere.

Welcome,  Jonathon!

I’ll be seeing you at The Energy Intensive, soon.

I remember reading a lot of David’s poetry during the time I was working in the Real Estate industry.

It got me through some stressful times.  As did your yoga/meditation classes at Kripalu.

I hope it’s okay with you that I’ve linked to you here.  Let me know otherwise, please.   Jai Bhagwan.

So, for those in my classes who have requested a copy of the poem.

Om Shanti.


When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.

There you can be sure you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb tonight.

The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.

You must learn one thing: The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn, anything or anyone that does not bring you alive, is too small for you.

David Whyte…..poet

The Balsamic Phase of the Moon will end on Monday’s Solar Eclipse.   Use this time wisely.

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When I let go of what I know, what’s left?

If I set off without a compass, will I be led?

IMG_0894_1An inner urge too strong to overlook insists that I go forward.

I stumble, fall, get up and start again.

Longing lights the path like a lantern.

The mountaintop looks so far away that I stop to rest, and in the quiet I realize that practice isn’t about getting anywhere,

changing anything,

making something happen

or slowing what’s in motion..

Union can’t be forced, won’t be won by fighting.

It alights like a moth on a dandelion or swallowed whole like Jonah’s whale.

All it takes is receiving what is here right now, being intimate with all that is, and knowing that the act of offering what i really am will never be refused.

On the road again today.

Wish me safe travel. please.



Poetry Yoga

Once you understand the concept of swirling, energetic motion (chi) and re-member that we live in a living (organic) body, you can apply the maps you are learning to any place, space, or surface.   By maps I mean: the bagua, luopan, or local space chart.ichingbagua.gif

A desk top is exactly that, the top of the desk.  Or,  it could also be the desktop of your computer monitor, or ipod screen.    (If you are familiar with the EMDR techniques available, and/or you practice yoga for the eyes, then you may have become aware of how our eye movements, and the patterns of those movements, affect our brain/neural pathways.  Once you understand this body map you can apply some yoga therapy to balance it…………..if necessary.

A compass of some kind is helpful. Working with directions is an important concept and maps & compasses prevent us from getting lost.  The bagua is a generic map anyone can follow.   The “local space astrology chart” is more complicated since it provides the same depth of information that is found on the luopan.  Go here for more information on local space charts which function as both a A compass and a time-keeping tool.

Begin, as usual, by creating intention and finding center. Sit at your desk and begin to see the space around you as a ‘whole’, noting what is in the various 8 segments of the desktop.  Begin to arrange things, mindfully, remembering your intention with each breath.  Look at the new arrangement.  Adjust, feel, see it as a metaphor, scan the body for sensations.  Welcome the changes that come.

Solar Eclipse Coming.

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May we all live well.

Ancient Wisdom Astrology Feng Shui Music Poetry Yoga

Its coming through a hole in the air
-from those nights in Tienanmen square
Its coming from the feel
That it aint exactly real
Or its real, but it aint exactly there
-from the wars against disorder
-from the sirens night and day
-from the fires of the homeless
-from the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.

Its coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
-from the staggering account
Of the sermon on the mount
Which I don’t pretend to understand at all
Its coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay
-from the brave, the bold, the battered
Heart of chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.

Its coming from the sorrow on the street
The holy places where the races meet
-from the homicidal bitchin’
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
-from the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty ship of state!
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on…

Its coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
Its here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And its here they got the spiritual thirst
Its here the family’s broken
And its here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.

Its coming from the women and the men
O baby, well be making love again
Well be going down so deep
That the rivers going to weep
And the mountains going to shout amen!
Its coming like the tidal flood
Beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious
In amorous array
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.


I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I cant stand the scene
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I ‘m stubborn as those garbage bags
That time cannot decay
I’m junk but Im still holding up
This little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a.

Words & Lyrics by Leonard Cohen.

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Music philosophy Poetry

whirling dervish
There is a way

of breathing

That’s a shame and a suffocation

And there’s another way of expiring,

A love breath,

That lets you open infinitely.


Meditation Poetry

I love to turn the page to the new month on my kitchen calendar. I practice staying present in the month that is and try not to peek ahead to whatever next month’s picture or saying is. It does require some discipline.

Today, the quote for March is from Rumi.

“We have fallen into the place where everything is music”.

How perfect for March, Pisces time.

I haven’t practiced my harp for many weeks. First, I cut my finger. Badly. There was no way I could play my favorite tunes. Of course I could have continued practicing with one hand. But, I didn’t. I tried to figure out why I didn’t, but I couldn’t. So, I just went with the flow and now it’s easily a month later, the harps are sadly out of tune, but my finger is better. It’s time to return to my practice and just in time since the harp ladies have presented me with a group gig that we need to practice for. It helps me when I know there’s something to practice for.

I’m seriously interested in music as a healing modality and I’m thrilled to see music coming to the forefront as a way to practice peace evidenced just this past week with our best Philharmonic Orchestra traveling oversea’s. YES!! This is how we can achieve peace. Put it in the airwaves and begin to eliminate all of the sound clutter that keeps us stressed and anxious.
So….in honor of Rumi, Pisces, March, and World Peace I think I’ll go use these fingers on some harp strings.
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Om shanti.

Harp Music Poetry

Time is a horse that moves with seven rays,

with a thousand eyes, undecaying,

who projects a manifold seed.

Him the seers mount, illumined in mind.

His wheels are all the worlds.

Time moves seven wheels.

He has seven mouths, whose center is immortal and undecaying.

He anoints himself with all these worlds.  He moves as the first of the Gods.

A full vessel is set in time.

May we who live see his manifold forms.

He faces all the worlds, who, the seers say,

is time

in the supreme

void.  He gathered all the worlds together.

He encompasses all the universe.

As their father, he became their son,

apart from whom there is no other light.


(Atharva Veda XIX.23, 1-4)

Ancient Wisdom Astrology philosophy Planets and their Cycles Poetry Yoga

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cloudy sky

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Dont dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be

The wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
Be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
Thats how the light gets in

We asked for signs

The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
The widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see

Cant run no more
With the lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But theyve summoned up
A thundercloud
And theyre going to hear from me

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
Thats how the light gets in

You can add up the parts
But you wont have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
Thats how the light gets in

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moon photo

Do you imagine the universe is agitated?

Go into the desert at night and look out at the stars.

This practice should answer the question.

The superior person settles her mind as the universe settles the stars in the sky.

By connecting her mind with the subtle origin, she calms it.

Once calmed, it naturally expands, and ultimately her mind becomes as vast and immeasurable as the night sky.

__Lao Tzu

From Hau Hu Ching: The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu by Brian Walker

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Sap is flowing once again from root to trunk,

from trunk to branch,

to every leaf

and bud

and blossom

on the tree.

The frozen days are past.

Now is the season of flowering,

when the full force of energy moves up

and up

to manifest its destiny.

It is everything to me,

this new life springing forth

from ash and compost,

this chance to nurture,


and prune,

to patiently receive the miracle that blooms

as if no force on earth

can turn aside its beauty.

Danna Faulds (From Root to Bloom, Yoga Poems and Other Writings) Published with permission.

ps……….I’ve been in the garden for days now and nature has rewarded me with a bloom on my clematis vine. Finally!!!

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