Whispering winds wind into our heart,
pressing ever gently into tomorrow, where
so much dirt
can become a pile of goodness.
Remember the ant, and
speak harshly to them
when they steal from you.
Expect the sun to rise, and it will not.
Ignore it, and it comes to you willingly,
crying sun drops, wanting cloudlings to
hide its loneliness.
Wait only for the one who waits for you,
which is you, waiting,
waiting without a magazine.
What Cannot Be Mended
I have met with things that
cannot be mended:
and once a glassy-eyed herring gull
whose right wing (or was it left?)
lay beside him,
on a cold slab of cement,
tethered to his shoulder
by a single,
strand of tendon.
I took his last breath from him
and, decades later,
still keep it safe in a secret chamber
of my heart.
What of this fabricated world?
While I do hear the despairing mouths
and carpal tunneled-hands
screaming of its rather
I will admit:
I take a certain comfort in its undoing;
I’ve never known an act of severance
to be anything less than a new beginning.
I did, after all, leave my mother’s womb
and our singular identity
and I became someone else entirely.
Oh, yes, I too could partner up with fear
and be all the rage at parties,
And maybe my age is starting to show,
I prefer to sit, alone, on the blunt edge of a
fog-pressed mountain and
be transfixed by wonderment.
Perhaps I am as odd as they say,
for I often look upon decaying things
and take joy in the questions that
like shimmering carrion beetles.
Questions and beetles,
and their alchemy.
What will become of us?
You’ve probably asked this question.
What do I have to offer?
But, perhaps, not this one.
I like questions;
They are like double-winged birds scratching
at scattered seeds
Only when the questions die
will I lose faith
in what cannot be mended.
© 2014-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From “Wonderment: New and Selected Poems”
A work in progress
Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser.
The mouse never wavers, but waits at the door,
hungry for the touch of turmoil
that will set his heart ablaze.
You are the mouse….
You are the door….
You are the turmoil.
Watch you know whence it comes.
“Love is a temporary madness… it erupts like volcanoes and
then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the
promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire
to mate every second minute of the day… it is not lying awake
at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.
No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths.
That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over
when being in love has burned away, and
this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
…………..Louis de Bernières
You have broken apart, come back together, only to break apart yet again. There are times when you are so open, and others when it feels like everything is caving in upon you. Whether clarity or confusion spins out of the stars and descends upon you, the path is everywhere. For every form is a wisdom guide arising out of the unseen as a harbinger of integration.
The veil is parting, yet what is coming next has not yet been given. You can rest now, for today may not be the day for answers… but to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question.
You can slow down. Nothing is urgent. Nothing need be fixed, changed, healed, transformed, or resolved, for right now. Breathe. Mingle your essence with the blue in the sky. Drop into the muddy earth and receive the holding of the embodied world. All the support and guidance you will ever need… is here now and is forming around you.
Dare to see that grace is right here, not as a destination that you will reach one day by means of a weary journey – not when you get ‘enlightened,’ ‘heal your past,’ ‘meet your soul mate,’ or ‘raise your vibration’ – but as a lover for you to dance, play, and explore with, in the unfolding, eternal now. Look carefully, for the path is erupting in the aliveness of immediacy as the golden portal into intimacy with all things.
On this new year’s day, surrender the dream of unworthiness and behold the grace that is always, already here, raging equally in the struggle and in the joy – in the despair and in the bliss. See that it is shining through the mess and shape-shifting from one form to another, in order to reveal just how whole you truly are.
And within the temple that is your very own body, receive the invitation to fully participate, to give everything to the opportunity that awaits you here, in a shimmering, rare, and very alive star of love.”
Photo credit: “Collecting the Stars” by Kevin Carden
May you fall madly in love this year .. in love with someone who unhinges your tired trajectory, in love with a spouse of several years who might be aching for lightning, in love with demanding children and crazy relatives .. in love with the particular pedigree of genius insanity that has perhaps claimed you in spite of your reluctance .. and certainly in love with an animal, a cloud, a redwood, the wild .. these at least once a day. May you fall in love with this fragile jewel of a world, with hard work, real learning, just causes, petitioning and prayers. May you fall in love with wonder itself, with the grand mystery, with all that feeds you in order that you may live .. and with the responsibility that that confers. May you fall in love with heartbreak and seeing how it’s stitched into everything. May you fall in love with the natural order of things and with tears, tenderness and humility. May this be a magnificent year for you. May you fall deeply, madly, hopelessly, inextinguishably in love.
© Poetess (Rachelle Lamb)
Artwork: Jackie Morris (The House of Golden Dreams)