Writing Poetry Again

My 36 hours in Ojai still rings within me. It was a time I know will stand out in my memory. Almost impossible to capture in words, something opened in me for those hours that stretched me into a new understanding and a new sensitivity. I got a glimpse of a different way of living. I consider it such a gift.

The LAST 24 hours have been remarkably hard. When we stretch as I did, I think the resulting contraction is all the more intense. I suspect that as we practice unfurling our hearts, we stabilize more and more in a place of vastness — openness. Until then, we all get to do the dance of the see-saw. HUGE LOVE — HUGE CLOSURE. It’s an oscillation that eventually leads us to a still, quiet, vibrant, all inclusive point. But the ride until then can be a bit rocky.

As my own gentle reminder of my day of expanse, I’d like to share another poem that came out of my Ojai day.  It is, as yet, untitled.

Big love to you all.

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The vastness of my heart
today
finds its seat
in the stillness
of my willing body.

It sits
beneath my ribs
and touches
kingdoms of the possible.

My body
unfurls
in the heat
of this fiery sun.

The vastness of my heart
today
effortlessly holds
every broken place,
every fitful dance,
each one of us
struggling to unfold.

Isn’t it remarkable?
Most days
we carry this
blazing heart
only to fuel
our bodies
when
truly
it holds
the power of
ten thousand
suns.

Here,
Now,
What will you touch
with such
magnificence?