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!
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
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
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.
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.
Hello Everyone– In these times of uncertainty and fear, I wanted to share a poem with you that I cut out of a newspaper 26 years ago. To give you a little background on my mental state back then, I had recently lost my husband of over 7 years to suicide and my life was […]
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.
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.
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.