Jeff informs me that my entries of my last two days seemed a little
"dull" to him. Now, that is his interpretation, but I have to admit
that I was leaving a piece of myself out. I understand that what is
going on with me is hard on those who are close to me, and so, I have
to allow space for that, and I am trying to expand around the pain that
this causes, especially to one, who is very close to me. I try and
address this in my morning poem of today. I believe Jane interpreted
this poem as my trying to incorporate all the ribbons of my life right
now in a wholly-inclusive mind-body way.
"The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery is one of my favorite
books. From it comes the famous lines, "But the eyes are blind.
One must look with the heart..."
I offer my morning flow poem for today.
December 6, 2005 -
be so -
across my scope -
it in with blue and green,
black hat crawling to meet
knowing of The Little Prince,
particularly want to meet this morning,
as a way
of seeing my own little planet,
his love of his -
by the pain of one I love -
and lift now, inflate, expand,
one sheep, all sheep,
individual in my field.
each lift a hoof,
place it, nibble the grass,
watch it pour out,
observe our turning
of sky -
our lives, problems,
- do we minimize
magnify, or sit absorbed
to spread the details
in the now -
flower lives on a plant in the grass;
refreshes in a bowl of glass.
petals and seeds
seeds from the past
planted and grow to light, and bloom,
why holiday lights are strung
remind us of all the years begun
gathered at one time to cheer
light the pain
the joy -
balancing points the year.
sits atop the tree.
reach out to beam.
are seen in the glow of the top,
lean in, and out,
the pulse of the year,
is everywhere, everyone, everything.
beat yourself up. Look up and see your
those beams together and stream ribbons;
the December light.