the water flowing beneath our lives

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At Yellow Crane Tower

This shining citadel, a tall tidal bird

in sunset- my friend is leaving, leaving

at the precise cusp of spring, mist

in a far city of flowers, city of willows,

toward which he tacks, a lone sail

disappearing to the very edge of space,

now only this blue-lit screen where water

meets sky, the endless river flowing on.

Night, Waking

Wizened ground, frost-lit from below…

No- my bed’s unfolding drift of sheets

where at the edge moonlight brightens,

it appears, this moment, otherworldly.

Up there, through glass, that perfect gaze,

like a blind man who sees without sight.

Alone, I lower my head to my pillow,

glaze through my lids. Where is my home?

…..Li Bai

seize an opening in the cave of regret…..it is time to own our insights and our edges…to lighten a sadness is a sacred act, one of mystery like clear water in green fields…our natural hollowed-out places are ready for filling….fold in gently….

When life is ‘enough,’ we don’t need any more. What a good feeling it is when our days are enough. The world is enough. We don’t often let that feeling in. It’s a foreign feeling because we tend to live our lives feeling that they are not enough. But we can change that perception. Saying that this is life and I don’t need anything more is a wonderful statement of grace and power. If we don’t need any more, if we don’t need to control everything, we can let life unfold. We have so much power inside but so little knowledge of how to use it. Real power comes from knowing who we are and our place in the world. We must remember that our power comes from knowing that everything is all right and everyone is unfolding exactly as they are supposed to…..Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

kiss & release….

A Poet’s Advice

A real human is somebody who feels and who expresses his or her feelings. This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know what they feel—but that’s thinking or believing or knowing: not feeling. And being real is feeling—not just knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but it’s very difficult to learn to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody – but – yourself.

To be nobody – but -yourself– in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else–means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for communicating nobody-but-yourself to others, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t real can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as just being just like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time–and whenever we do it, we are not real.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve loved just once with a nobody-but-yourself heart, you’ll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all people who wish to become real is: do something easy, like dreaming of freedom–unless you’re ready to commit yourself to feel and work and fight till you die.

……ee cummings

7 thoughts on “the water flowing beneath our lives

  1. it takes us so long to wake in the night and feel the stars shine in us, to feel their reflection, unravel the mystery that has been us for a lifetime (at least), and when we do tears are no longer tears, they are the ocean moving through us, what we see is sunlight reflecting the world, (no matter) space and time release their hold, as we breath deeply and feel the gift of life move through our window …

    • this is a poem stirring…..this is becoming real as ee cummings describes…..unraveling the mystery as being the mystery…..may you feel the stars with this waxing moon g.f.s….

  2. Beautiful, Blue. To do one thing; to allow one miracle (that would not be were it not for you) ~ that is enough. That is the difference between existing and living, passing through and changing the universe in your wake. To lie awake and wonder what the world will be that you’ve created within your near silent breath ~ that is to understand love, to touch heaven. Love this. ~ Bobbie

    • to touch heaven in the seeds of now…..beautiful…..some of my sweetest moments are those ‘in between’……those luscious and full glimpses into the heart of all that sweetness…..may you find joy in this day Bobbie….

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