As you read, you can use your own name for the Great Mystery, the Force of Life, Beauty, Love:
Psalm of Desire
(14 August 2016, revised)
O God of Beauty,
God of Marvel,
God of Wonder,
the whole universe that you have made
is built upon desire:
the force that holds electrons in atomic orbit,
that keeps the planets in their dance around the sun,
and wheels the spiraled walk of galaxies
is that same force which holds us to the earth,
which pulls the tides up the beach and back,
and calls us from complacency
to yearn for something more.
Not only do we hunger for you,
but you are the very force of our longing,
the Magnet which draws us ever outward
from the limiting walls of our own egos
to seek your face in all that surrounds us,
to seek your heart in the hearts of our neighbors,
to follow the pathway that leads us homeward.
You are the Magnet which draws us, finally,
into the home of our deepest selves,
where we are most truly
what you have made us to be.
Our yearning for you is an echo
of your own yearning for your children.
May we carry the knowledge within us,
deep in our cellular constellations,
pulled with the tides of our blood,
that our own deepest longings
are the echoes of your voice
calling us to you.
Draw us ever closer to your Center,
as the sun holds the planets in constant orbit,
as a mother draws her child to her heart,
that our longing may lead us always to you,
our Truest Home.
1. Preparing the heart space. So much work remains to be done, but the work on the heart moves on apace. (I copied this from last year’s August 15 list.)
2. Memories of luna moth. I haven’t seen any this year (yet), but I love looking at photos from other years.
3. How Love will always trump dogma. Generous spirits.
4. The wise and loving community.
5. Feathers. Wings. Wind. Flight.
May we walk in Beauty!
(I’m not sure whether this is quite finished, or whether it says exactly what I want it to say. But this is my writing space, whether a piece is finished or in process, and this is where I leave this one this morning.)
Sometimes the body forgets
how desire is holy,
how the craving, the longing–
for a place that recedes
into the mists of memory,
or the comfort of a restful bed,
for touch, for the answer
to the body’s sweet secret yearnings,
for the way the lungs passionately
embrace the air that enters–
all is echo of the larger ache,
the primal urge for re-union
with the Source of all,
Godself urging us inward
to the primal dance
like the dance
at the center of the atom,
whirling particles held
within each other’s orbit.
1. The assembly that celebrated Lunar New Year on Monday. Dragons, dancers and tai kwon do demonstrations. I would like to learn to feel that sort of strength and focus in my own body.
2. Two-hour delay. The resultant daily schedule is a little frenzied for me, but I am happy for the extra time here this morning.
3. Good fair-trade coffee
4. All that draws me onward and inward
5. Following through with the intentions
May we walk in Beauty!
Poem about Nourishment, following Heidi Kindon’s prompt. I feel like this is part of something I have been working to say for years, and it feels like it still needs a lot of finessing, but I am so grateful for the prompt that caused me to put it down:
Let me savor
the pith and the pulp
of a fresh garden tomato.
You can talk to me
and that will make me
But the names
have their own kind
Tiny little golden orbs,
and great juicy giants,
crimson and scarlet,
and deep midnight purple.
Talk to me about
the sun, how each tomato
is born of the light,
how the mother plant
spins those rays
and weaves them,
and the tiny crystals
that it draws from
how it weaves them all together
into one magical bundle
to feed me.
Prompt for today (Monday):
I finished last night’s poem this morning, so the prompt is for today. Stephanie White suggested the theme of Lost and Found. What do you think? Care to join me? I am thinking of a couple of tankas or something similarly terse. . . We’ll see where it goes.
1. Rich conversations with friends: seeds and secrets, ancestors and our children. All woven together.
2. Two boys snuggling with each other on the recliner chair (30 seconds–I’ll take it)
3. Rain and fog and mist
May we walk in beauty.