Embodied Relationship, Awakened Movement, "Enlightenment in Action" is Business and Visionaries

Once again
I have revamped my website
and clarified the vision
of how I want to contribute
my gifts and learnings to
the world

this isn't a poem

you are a poem

and when I say that
it occurs to me
that I have to be a poem
to see
say
you as a poem

and i come back to breathing
and gravity

the wonder of a spine
holding up the eyes
in the head
and the air
coming in from up top
and filling the all of me
the now of me

how's all the going
for you

this breathing
is a way of re
membering we are alive
and
this connection
to gravity
the groundedness that isn't wu wu
but part of sweet parcel
of the ongoing

Life on Earth

time to walk
outside
even if it
is
"cold"

which is the skin's story
about the air

and can't we love
all these stories
and then slip back
back
into the experience behind
the stories

well, sometimes I can
sometimes I yammer

me, i like life on its own terms.

how about you.


and the websire
you could look at it if
you wish:


Elms Emerald Alchemy
is says at the top

words
hmmm

the death thing

Someday we're going to die
me oh my

you and I,
dear,
no matter how much we
love
each other
or any one or two or two hundred people,
or take them for granted
or, Golly Forbid,
resent and dislike/ hate them

whatever we feel
they feel
we do
they do

whoosh

it's all gone one
day
one breath we are
'here'
and the next
'gone'

and what does that
mean?

who knows?

whatever you want it to
mean

and you and I
and any one who wants
to love live
and enjoy the life
we are having
however long we
are having
this moment
followed
by
this moment
followed by this moment

might ponder
that the complaining moments,
the "death isn't fair" moments,
take away
from the joy of now

so,
it's like losing the life
we do have now
over the eventually loss
that we don't even know
what it will be like

and is that our
complaint

the big fat unknowness
of death?

could be

and what better way to
practice
that to love the big fat unknown
of the next moment
when
we are "really now"

wow

preparing for death
by surfing the now

now that's
a fun way
to be

(or at least seems
so
to me)

three God poems

I'm in my second week on Orcas island.

Several wonderful events have been part of my life
here.

One, the Orcas Island Community Church hosted a Kindling's Festival,
a gathering of singers, preachers, dancers, artist,
around the theme of Mourning into Dancing.

I loved the people.
I didn't quite fit into "the club," and that's not to go
into here,
though I will share one clear realization:

the idea of original sin
is
a sin

But that's for a book
or a subset of a novel

because God isn't an idea
and the gathering of people who were sure they were Right,
was as limiting to them
as it is to us practitioners,
when we want to "fix"
someone
rather than wake them up to a bigger
version
of themselves.

Anyway, struggle, not fitting in, feeling "not so great" and great all
at once:
these are the juices of a good life.

The second grand event
was the reuniting of me with this book,
Love Poems from God





Here's three, one my me,
and two by Christian saints.
There's plenty more to come.

August 3, 2011

Faith is remembrance,  Chris Elms

The dried up ones speak of Hell
and all God’s real children
         giggle
         fall asleep
         run away to play

For play is the real work of the child

And

The adult who wishes to remain
sane:
play, dance, sex, laughter, learning
underneath all the tasks of the day
doing the unexpected
falling into the wonder, the delight of “I don’t know”
toppling in the new of the now of the Wow!

Real hell is when the juice of
life in us
- and how much our juicy Self
loves
other juicy Selves-

Is forgotten

Re all faith = re membrance

The Pulse of God, St. Thomas Aquinas

The limbs of a tree reached
down and lifted me
thinking I was its child.

And in the meadows my spirit becomes so
quiet
that if I put my cheek against the earth’s body
I can feel
the Pulse of God

“Tell me the way you do that, birds—

enter the private chambers of my Lord.”

And they all sang, they just

Sang

I gathered it was time to become a musician

And I did

Years passed and one day the

Sky reached down and

Lifted me;
the birds noticed and spoke:

“How do you enter the Sun like that and

Know
the Pulse of God?”

Clarity is Freedom:       St Teressa

I had tea the other day with a great
theologian
He asked me: “What is God’s will?”

I liked that.

The distillation of thought hones thought in others
Clarity, I know, is freedom.

What is my experience of God’s will?

Ah, everyone is a traveler,
most all need food, lodging, clothing

I let enter my mouth what will enrich
me
I wear what will make my eye
content
I sleep where I will
Wake Up

with the strength to deeply love

All that my mind can hold..

What is God’s will
for a wing?
Every bird knows that.