Wednesday, March 3, 2010

free write from 3.3 meeting


look the elixir is hidden in the poison
look, feel...look closer
stand back, allow the ruby precious gem
of your Self Soul Essence to emerge

look, the elixir is in the poison
the poison, what is the poison?
what is the poison?

the poison of...
self degradation
depravation
dehydration
abdication
rejection

the poison of illusion
what is the elixir
all i sense, feel, see is the poison

the poison of the heartbreak
when love breaks down
this is the poison
when love breaks down
when the isness isn't
are my eyes to blame?
am i missing the hidden wholeness
the perfect imperfection
in this ordering?

where does the elixir live?
in reconciling the self
come return to the root of the root of your own self
reveal the diamond in the rough

that has been me
the diamond rough
hidden in the barren land
amidst the tumbled weeds
the discarded junk
abandoned mobiles

the diamond in the rough
the diamond in the rough
the elixir is in the poison
return to the root

falling...following down
down, down
i fear the falling into the poison
fear that i won't find the elixir in time
breathing through a lifetime of rejection

where will the diamond live?
what setting will present the
glory
brilliance
beauty
wholeness of her?

she belongs
she belongs
she belongs
to the mystic's heart
at home in the sacred heart
the elixir is in the poison
return.

Planting the Seeds



Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
—  Celia Thaxter