I am going to start living like a mystic:
So when I look out the window I will see God in a leaf
pulsing with the rhythm of photosynthesis,
and I will catch the message
starlight delivers from the galaxy Andromeda.
I will eat my lunchtime sandwich
as though it were manna offered
straight from the hand of Yahweh.
I will kiss my mate as passionately as Jesus
praying with the disciples that night.
I am going to start living like a prophet:
I will never look away from the least beggar
on the grimy street, even if all I give is my eyes.
I will stop pressing down my tears,
let them leap from my eyes.
Their salt will flavor
what I write, what I do.
I am going to live what I know:
I will shout Thank You to the seals
and cormorants in the cold bay
and to the crooked maple tree on the road,
no matter what the newsmen say.
I will never stop welcoming
my fine erotic dreams.
I will learn to die starting now.
I will let the evening come.
may we give in to the dreamy daydream, the turn of the sky, the heaven-scent rain……may we honor the passing of deep night, the heavy, drowning surf, and the tiny hurts that turn to stone…..may we feel the sacred healing in all of our soul tending…..
It is essential to human beings to fall apart, to fragment, disintegrate, and to experience the despair that comes with a lack of wholeness. To what can we turn, in this moment of crisis? I believe that it is at this critical moment that the possibility of creative living arises. If we can let go of our previous identities and move into the experience of the void, then the possibility arises for new forms of existence to emerge. Poiesis, the creative act, occurs as the death and re-birth of the soul. The integration and affirmation of the psyche are one and the same. But this new identity only lives in the actuality of the creative process. We are called upon to constantly re-form ourselves, to engage in what James Hillman calls “soul-making”…..The soul finds its form in art…….Stephen Levine
I am where I need to be.
Everything around me
includes and hides the sacred.