Beneath this dry crust

Beneath this dry crust

grit, dust and pain
soft whispering tears
gently refresh Your name
to re-soothe this fright
caress stress and this strife
impress hands side by side so
to fill within Light.

chorus
cheek by cheek, may we discover
Jugular breathing of Lover to lover
Beloved release us, incense us with sweetness
immerse us in perfumes of True Love’s completeness.

Light pouring out
Illuming this living
Re-shining doubt
so to see without seeing
exposing confusion
we free flow these Oceans
to joyfully drown within
earthly illusions.

Poetry for wellness

During lock down I have been offering

an eight week ‘Poetry for wellness’ experience via Zoom. Me and two friends have been communing around some poems and themes offered by Lisa DeVuono (and others) in their wonderful new ‘Peer Facilitators Manual’. At the end of each week we have written spontaneously for 15 minutes and then shared snippets with each other (to further feed our ensuing weeks).

As I come to write up and share the final email with my two compatriots I have re-met these offerings. For a record of my journey over the eight weeks I have curated glimpses of my spontaneity within those 15 minutes of free flow writing below. What a privilege and what beauty my two friends offered, it is a shame I cant post all of their offerings, but during the first week we offered lines of our writing to each other which formed a group poem:

Initial group poem

Simple things in life, melt in.
Is this my child speaking and waiting?

I plant seeds for salad to eat soon and
I plant a tree that will bear fruit next year.

The harvest of an endless crop
The translucent sunbeam through the trees
Teasing new shoots to grow.

This life is an invitation to melt in.

Week three: On self-compassion

Unforgiving
drunkenness
crawls within me.

Week four: Making it real

Shutting out the world
is really
not an option
it has never been
it comes in glorious floods
sensations, opportunities and creations beyond
my wildest imagination.
Maybe I can be gentle enough
Featherlike enough to, let this newness
fall
and rest in my hands.

Week five: Overcoming obstacles

If

I embrace
this
Unknowing
maybe I
can ease
into my growing

and while

facing
the Sunshine
maybe
I will
emerge

more

clearly.

Week six: Creating Hope

Together
we are
melting fatigue
by
swaying on the branches of impulse
launching songs
entraining sirens of newness
we are
Together.

Week seven: Being in gratitude

To become released, to become more open, flowing even.
To hide and be happy.
To appear and be happy.
To be resourced and tearful and gratefully imprinted like Gibran, with his
‘Tear and a Smile.’
To allow the tears and be gentle.
To find the light, like my old friend Shuntaro Tanikawa.
The light in the darkness and darkness in the light.
To celebrate re-finding old friends, who I have neglected for so long.
Shuntaro, you have taken second,
third and fourth fiddle to Rumi and Hazarat, Gibran and Neruda
but now your ’62 Sonnets’ press in on my pen.
With silence my companion,
Floating the river of Melancholy,
Coca-cola Lessons,
The Traveller, The Naif, Watashi. All yours, signed sealed
and delivered to my bookshelf.

And ah, At Midnight In The Kitchen I Just Want To Talk To You.

Yes, tomorrow my friend, If I should be so lucky, we too shall talk again.

Week eight: Self care and endings

I am wondering where to go now
where to go now,
how to grow
How to move freely
Breathe more deeply
Love with an openness that
is all mine, an otherness that
is all yours, a togetherness
combining to stop time.

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Celestial groan

If I close my eyes

would You open Yours in mine?
would you come to pause within our body, oh Lord
soothe the chords that bruise and bind.
If I close my ears
tell me,
would you whisper Your essence in mine?
could we be,
guided back home by Your Celestial groan
breathe deep into Your wordless grapevine.

And when the rising sap from our mouth springs forth
help us taste Sophia’s sweet grace
be the salve and shield for our conscience dear Lord
and let our bodies embody Your ways

So that:

eyes to Eye, ears to Ear
Oh Nameless One, mirror most Light
we offer
all of ourselves right here
So that:
hearts to One Heart
and moving breath upon Your breathing
within Your spacious graciousness oh Lord
we rest this life, Love and all of our being.

Isolating with Sidney (for the record it’s a stay at home poem)

Sitting here with

Sidney Bechet
Live!
24th Mai
Redez-vous Club.
Him and me
in my 1950 Philadelphie
reverie
a surprised sigh
yearns for the clink and clatter
and the slightly pickled
muffled laughter that,
only this January,
definitely
disturbed the clarity
of the great vinyl
spinal tingle
That is you

You see, with this distortion
in mind
I contort to
send my ears beyond this
long gone Jazz friend.

Now surprised
as I say
in my noticing in
my deepening reluctance
to let it be ‘just one of those things’
those social gatherings
that syncopate
brilliantly only
to end too early

instinctively
I decide I need
to pick myself and
the needle up
and with new found instant relief

I resolve to reach out
and to play once again
within yesterdays social rounds:
discovering wellness
in the sweetest of sweet conversations

far beyond his Georgia Brownness
and today’s wistful uncovering of grief.

Bechet

Traffic jamming Light and Grace

Fuming beyond

this zebra crossing dripping throng

this head down, striding long

Gortex sway of human form

as wiper blades scud and grate

across this screen that separates

my heart from spleen from

gentle grace of

worried lines on

brethren’s face.

 

And yet.

 

unknowingly still I bow, yes

beyond this dashboard reach

for conditioning air

this rain filled rage begins to clear

as Lightening weight accelerates

and soft green shoots now reappear.

oiling Your palm

 

pausing I pour

 this way and that

that

i may disappear

within Your honeyed

Translucence

fertile and pure

Your

sweet pulsing elegance

in Grace-fuelled dhikr

 immersing

soft green shoots of

Eastern Sun Light

 palm pressing fresh fruits

needing till ripe with

Great goodness seeping

through pulp, pith and kin

earthly distinctions

composting in Him.

 

the above was written in response to:

The Head of The Prophecy (6,21-8,27)

‘It is like a palm shoot whose dates dropped around it. It produced buds and after they grew, its productivity dried up.

It certainly would be good if you produce new growth now. You would certainly find it.’

Know Yourselves (12,17-13,25)

 

‘Be eager to harvest for yourselves a head of the grain of life that you may be filled with the kingdom.

Do not be proud because of the light that enlightens. Rather, act towards yourselves as I myself have toward you. ’

(quoted from ‘The secret book of James’  which is the first chapter in The Nag Hammadi Scriptures edited by Marvin Meyer published by Harper One in 2007)

 

Next blogs: The Gospel of Truth.