Category: Poetry

Poetry

Birth

Jivani Lisa

The tomb and the womb are one
and the same vessel — dark
and watery in their promises:
Holding for a time, cradling
that which journeys onward.
Sometimes cool and
sometimes boiling, new life
waits and listens, absorbs
sounds outside, in the unknown
territory — so vast and multi-
hued in imagination, endless
in possibilities.

Birth.  Where,
doesn’t matter. When, is
never soon enough it seems.

Freedom beckons to the tune
of distant chiming bells and joyous
voices heard amid tall pines,
their feet strewn with cones — each
one full to overflowing with seeds,
with love, on the path of life.
Even dry bones hold a record
and point toward a fresh womb
of mother earth.

Poetry

Adoration

Jivani Lisa 
Golden lotus with the white dot
and the red dot awaits
the adoration of all creation.
Blue and green earth, heavy
with moisture, give birth
always. Eternal now. In life
is possible liberation. Spirit
says freedom is right there
in matter. Look closer. See
path unfolding because
the way of exiting is first
the journey of entering in.
Go down. Spring high. Golden
wheel is Beloved and beloved.

Poetry, Spirituality

The Uniqueness of Love

Jivani Lisa

It Is Not The Fact That I Will Die That I Mind

but that no one will love as I did
the oak tree out my boyhood window,
the mother who set herself
so stubbornly against life,
the sister with her serious frown
and her wish for someone at her side,
the father with his dreamy gaze
and his left hand idly buried
in the fur of his dog.
And the dog herself,
that mournful look and huge appetite,
her need for absolute stillness
in the presence of a bird.
I know how each of them looks
when asleep. And I know how it feels
to fall asleep among them.
No one knows that but me,
No one knows how to love the way I do.


––Jim Moore

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Poetry, Spirituality

As Above, So Below

Jivani Lisa

Mother Nature speaks in green
always, then more gold and red
in autumn. Weeping willows may
be her hair and rivers
her arteries. Her many children,
birds and fish and beasts,
frolic in woods, on beaches, even
in city cemeteries. They speak
and dance and nurture their young.
Do I notice, do I listen? Or, am I
too busy trying to earn money
to pay for my own survival?

Heaven says give up all worries,
listen to the heart more
than the head to find Truth
and Beauty and unending Love.
Prayer does not require words.
Prayer is presence to the Presence
that never vanishes, that lives above
and below, inside and outside. See?
Nature and the Divine are one, like
two sides of a coin, like the clam’s
bivalve shell resting at water’s edge:
as above, so below.

Approach the Divine through the objects
of Nature. And find deep connection
and love of Nature by listening
to Heaven. Pray with the breath,
the heartbeat. Pray with holy texts
or with crayons. Pray by dancing
or singing. Or. Sit. In silence. Listen:
“Be still and know that I am God.”*
Where are you, God?
“As above, so below. Be.” Amen. OM… OM… OM…

*Psalm 46:10

Jivani at the Pagoda in Norfolk, VA