The first warm sun (2020 Re-post)

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

Looking for what to re-post for today’s wander in the archives this meditation poem gave me strength and peace of mind. Hope you can feel some of that too!

Enjoy!



The first warm sun rays of spring
Warm upon my cheek
A breeze turns it into gentle caress
Brilliant light dances behind closed lids
First spring touch kiss my lips
Natures warm embrace surrounds me
Comforting, healing
Life affirming

The Goddess gently touches
Starburst erupts
Showering me with universal love
Connecting me to me
To every living thing
Assuring me there will be a way
A path out of darkness
My trek dotted with oases of calm
Peace, connection, love
Moments of bliss

Secure points in a bewildering maze
Built of old and new trauma
Fear, sorrow, dark despair
Life-ending depression

Inner trust and faith will guide me through
Inborn strength a given armour
Intelligens, wit and wisdom deduce true from false
The quest might be lonely
Yet aided by care and love
Freely given, by friends yet to be found

Breathe
Be still
Accept
Give thankfulness

Use your pen
Jot both now and then
Hone your craft
Draft by draft
Writing will illuminate
Meditation germinate
Revision concentrate
New life emancipate

© REDCAT

Today again the will to make poetry out of my meditation overtook me soon thereafter. :-)

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #8.

This Being Human – Dedicated to Karin Boye

The road might be long and windy,
but with will and intention
we can make the journey the point,
not an unforeseeable future goal.
©RedCat


This being human is a journey on unknown roads.
A journey without any set goals.

Every morning a new path to walk.
Full of wonders and delight,
but also pain, sorrow and fright.
Your job is to enjoy and endure.
Find your voice and chart your own path.

Every evening a new fork in the path.
A new chance to learn and thrive,
or another instance you run and hide.

Every day a twist in your way.
Everything good or bad there to teach you if it may.
Everything sent for you to learn, to listen to what your heart, soul and true self say.

Every night a new turn in your trail.
Will you learn your lesson, find wisdom and compassion.
Let your dreams to heaven and beyond set sail.

This being human is a journey on unknown roads.
It’s the voyage that counts, not the goal.

©RedCat

Written for Poetics: The Art of Being Human at dVerse. Where Kim gives us a Rumi poem full of metaphor (last in this post). And challenges us to “write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’”

There are so many ways you can go with this but I ended up with a journey metaphor. I’ll see this one as a first rough draft because there is so much more you can put in there, but this is all my migraine allowed me to write.

As I read it through I realized I once again had ended up with a line – the last one – that is directly inspired by one of my favorite Swedish poets Karin Boye. And one of her most known poems – I rörelse (In motion).
Another time a similar line popped up was in – Leaves Fall to Moulder

Like with Tomten by Viktor Rydberg, I couldn’t find a translation I truly liked, even though you can find several at the Karin Boye Society

So I did my own! (Read below)


In motion, by Karin Boye,
translated by RedCat

The satiated day is never greatest or first.
The best day is a day of thirst.

There might be goals and purpose to our path,
but it is the journey that gives the effort worth.

The best goal is a nightlong rest,
where the fire is lit and the bread shared in haste.

In places where you sleep but once,
your sleep becomes safe and your dreams full of song.

Strike camp! Move on! The new day dawns.
Endless is our great adventure hereupon.

In motion, by Karin Boye, translated by RedCat

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The Guest House by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.​

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

​Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

​Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

The Guest House by Rumi
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The Flame of Awareness

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The flame of awareness
Never wavers, never dims

Always there to guide us
Teach compassion, teach love’s no sin

Even bottled up it steers us
Sudden insights, intuition flashing

Drives us to learn lessons
Again and again

Dare to reach for that sacred flame
Passions revealed, life path gained

Honour the will to search within
Open space, draw breath in

Approach with love, tenderly
Let truth free you, let truth win

©REDCAT

Written for this weeks prompt over at The Sunday Muse.

Ten steps – Then Calm

Ten steps
Then calm

Close your eyes
Feel yourself receiving and returning a loved one’s smile

Nine steps
Find peace

Stay in that space
Between heartbeats and breaths we our truth face


Eight steps
Weight lifts

In the present now
We can view all our hearts and souls know

Seven steps
Awaken love

Hidden down deep
Unconditional love, even if we a sea weep

Six steps
Mystics accept

Intuitive smarts
Everything is more than its individual parts

Five steps
Arrive home

Let compassion dawn
Whatever traumas you’ve undergone

Four steps
Adore imagination

Seek inspiration
Follow your passions for a stable life foundation

Three steps
Free mind

Inner critics disallow
Stand straight and survivor proud

Two steps
Renew energy

See your safe place
Sacred groove of wisdom embrace

One step
Sunrise

Whatever you’re feeling
Relax and recharge in the pool of healing

There
You’re here

Drawn by Goddess song
Back where you come from, back where you belong

©REDCAT

Written very late for this weeks Sunday Muse.

Change Time


Every time today I sit to write.

Change your story. Change your life.

Everyday rudely break my line.

Change your life. Change your story.

Supply adding distract to inner strife.

Change your story. Change your world.

There’s just one more little thing.

Change your world. Change your story.

Needed as both mother and spouse.

Change your story. Change your life.

Finally steal a moment to write.

Change your life. Change the world

My mind filled with incessant chant.

Change the world. Change your chant.

Let your inner voice be heard.

Change your life. Change the world.

© RedCat

Breathe Deep. Breath Slow. – A Mantra

© RedCat

Breathe deep. Breath slow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Take your time to inward go.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Cultivate space to grow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Investigates what lies below.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Release all that keeps you low.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Accept all there is in the now.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Connect to life force flow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Listen to your higher self say so.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Learn what wisdom want you to know.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Changed awareness new seeds sow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Let the winds of change blow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Trust your soul your path to show.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Bathe in inner divine glow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Let the universe its love bestow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.

© REDCAT

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I like repetitions and rhymes. I also like meditation and mantras. :-)
“Breath deep. Breath slow.” – was the first meditation poem I wrote. Which coincides with the first day I started to seriously meditate. Right now I’m thankful for the fact that I managed to make it into a habit before the pandemic started. Without that daily dose of peace and grounding. Without that self-care, I think my depression would have bloomed right now, fueled my the ongoing catastrophe.

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Now I Can See…

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Every person or incident is the Universal Teacher ~ ?

A continent in flames where not enough.
Can all continents in the grip of pandemic.

Wake us up?

Teach us we have one planet.
Show that we need each other to survive.

Behind the worry and panic.
After – every nation for itself.
Following the world closing in on itself.

There will be an opportunity for growth.
A chance for insights.
A possibility to evolve, as individuals and collectively as a species.

Learn how to prepare properly, crises and catastrophes are part of human life.
Realize that most value life, health and relationships higher than material possessions.
Accept we must care for our home. Our beautiful blue green planet.
Mother of us all.

As the dust settle,
my wisdom guided strength,
subtle like roots,
prevail.

© RedCat



My opening quote, comes from this song. The sampling itself seem to be based upon – Rules for Being Human by Cherie Carter-Scott. And seem to exist in several versions. This is the one most closely resembling the one I learned, here you can read several others.

Much like this prose piece ending with an American sentence, resembles other poems by me.

“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
Mizuta Masahide

Written for Mish’s poetics prompt at dVerse.

Enlightening words from Masahide, 17th Century samurai, poet , mentored by Matsuo Basho. In Zen poetry, the moon often symbolizes the truth or ultimate awareness. The burning barn could be the hardship or catastrophic loss we must experience in order for our sky to clear, our minds to clear, creating a new view. Perhaps then and only then, will we be awakened.

What do you see? Something you haven’t before? Something you’ve forgotten? New perspectives, priorities or something much deeper. A revelation in thought? What does the moon represent to you in Masahide’s terse, epiphanous message? What does your burning barn look like? Have you experienced your own personal insight or enlightenment as the world deals with this ongoing crisis? Ponder these questions and pen us a poem.

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