Sit here for a bit.
Place yourself outside the frenzied pace of life.
Slow down long enough to appreciate birds in flight,
water drops like prisms in the grass and countless
shades of green.
Place yourself outside the frenzied pace of life.
Slow down long enough to appreciate birds in flight,
water drops like prisms in the grass and countless
shades of green.
Step off the fast track and listen to the sound of breath
and birdsong.
Take a moment to just be,
and in being, know the whole of this creation,
mystery and madness, passion and profanity,
know it all as one, stunning tapestry.
and birdsong.
Take a moment to just be,
and in being, know the whole of this creation,
mystery and madness, passion and profanity,
know it all as one, stunning tapestry.
Sit still
and the thin line between sacred and profane simply
fades away.
There is nothing then to reconcile.
All the disparate are woven on the loom of life.
and the thin line between sacred and profane simply
fades away.
There is nothing then to reconcile.
All the disparate are woven on the loom of life.
Sit here a bit
and your unique place in the pattern becomes clear.
Take the still point with you when it's time to walk away.
Make the choice to see affinity,
to watch the picture taking shape as thread joins thread.
Dare to be the weaver and the loom,
creator and creation, the sower and the sown.
In a moment of stillness,
all that came before is seen as one.
and your unique place in the pattern becomes clear.
Take the still point with you when it's time to walk away.
Make the choice to see affinity,
to watch the picture taking shape as thread joins thread.
Dare to be the weaver and the loom,
creator and creation, the sower and the sown.
In a moment of stillness,
all that came before is seen as one.
Danna Faulds
From: Go In and In
From: Go In and In
Danna is"...a long term practitioner of Kripalu Yoga.
She writes:
"Some days, the first line of a poem interrupts me and insists on
being written down - NOW! Other days, I write the words 'This
is what I have to say to you' at the top of the page and see what
comes. Like a faucet dispensing water from a hidden reservoir,
this kind of writing allows the formless mystery to flow into my
conscious life. What I tap into when I write from the quiet of my
meditation cushion feels limitless. Each morning finds me at the
edge of my current experience, writing about where I am stuck,
where I am learning to go, and what is calling me forward right
now. Words on the page, both poetry and prose, are the bread
crumbs left behind as I move beyond my comfort zone and into
the unknown..."
"Some days, the first line of a poem interrupts me and insists on
being written down - NOW! Other days, I write the words 'This
is what I have to say to you' at the top of the page and see what
comes. Like a faucet dispensing water from a hidden reservoir,
this kind of writing allows the formless mystery to flow into my
conscious life. What I tap into when I write from the quiet of my
meditation cushion feels limitless. Each morning finds me at the
edge of my current experience, writing about where I am stuck,
where I am learning to go, and what is calling me forward right
now. Words on the page, both poetry and prose, are the bread
crumbs left behind as I move beyond my comfort zone and into
the unknown..."
(excerpt from Amazon.com)
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