7/4/10

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be willing to lose
what you think is yours

nothing
belongs to you

if you let yourself go
you won't be saved

but you won't mind
you will smile

separation?
it is the breeze
blowing a tablecloth,

edges undulating,
coolness brushing
bare legs, tops of feet

no harm
no message
no truth in it

how soft is
the reality

how sweet is
the misunderstanding

that never was

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15 comments:

Colleen Loehr said...

Beautiful! This poem sings the way I read in a Chinese proverb recently: "A bird does not sing because it has an answer...it sings because it has a song."
Thank you.

Mary said...

Thank you for your comments, Colleen. I'm so glad something resonates. That Chinese proverb is just beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

Love,
Mary

Orion said...

Thanks from the sleepy morning of Ohio!

Mary said...

You're welcome, Orion - thanks for visiting!

Love,
Mary

Jim Keller said...

Hi Mary...Oh so beautiful. Thank you for your words...They emerge from the fresh-breeze aliveness that you are....Blessings...Jim from Sedona.

Mary said...

Thank you Jim, I'm so glad you visited! ;-))

Love,
Mary

Svante Odmark said...

very beautiful, mary - sometimes it seems as if words can touch the suchness of this in the way the wind touches the skin, enhancingly; intensifyingly...

Mary said...

Thank you, Svante, I'm glad it resonated with you :-))

Love,
Mary
P.S. I love the word "suchness."

Julian said...

Dear Mary,

You may know this poem or at least have read the author's novels but I thought you might like it. Best wishes.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them

Mary said...

Just wonderful Julian, thank you!

Love,
Mary

Maury Lee said...

Whenever I drop by I get to read the simplest essence. Thanks

Mary said...

So glad you dropped by, Maury!

Love,
Mary

Jim Keller said...

Hi Mary. Of late, seems like nothing to do about anything. Just basking in life like it is...without any need to rearrange the furniture. Much love, Jim.

Mary said...

Nice to hear from you, Jim. Yes, all is done effortlessly...sweet, yes?

Love,
Mary

Jim Keller said...

Ya...At first it seemed like I was letting things go...being unresponsible (so to speak). Although everything seems to fall nicely into place without figuring out or stratigizing about it. Everything is thankfully okay the way it is...even my occassional struggling with whatever. On another topic, I used to believe that I had to strive to be the savior of the world...and now...I can relax and just let it be..."let it be...let it be..." Yes, whisper words of wisdom...and so on. Love, Jim.