Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy

My check-in -

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 -




no images today

can that be so -

a blank plain appears,

cuts across my scope -

I color it in with blue and green,

draw a black hat crawling to meet

the knowing of The Little Prince,

who I particularly want to meet this morning,

as a way of seeing my own little planet,

through his love of  his -

I was feeling flat,

flattened by the pain of one I love -

I try and lift now, inflate, expand,

to honor one sheep, all sheep,

each individual in my field.

Can we each lift a hoof,

and place it, nibble the grass,

and watch it pour out,

as we observe our turning

under the microscope

of sky -

size of our lives, problems,

suffering - do we minimize

or magnify, or sit absorbed

in how to spread the details

like an archaeological dig

balanced in the now -

one flower lives on a plant in the grass;

another refreshes in a bowl of glass.

Dried petals and seeds

are examined, and plucked,

and some seeds from the past

are planted and grow to light, and bloom,

millenniums later.

Is that why holiday lights are strung

to remind us of all the years begun

and gathered at one time to cheer

and light the pain

igniting the joy -

The balancing points the year.

The star sits atop the tree.

Points reach out to beam.

We each are seen in the glow of the top,

as roots lean in, and out,

supporting the pulse of the year,

and love is everywhere, everyone,  everything.

Don’t beat yourself up.  Look up and see your star,

and how you beam.

Tie those beams together and stream ribbons;

May-pole the December light. 



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