Poetry, Spirituality

In the Sea

“In this world you will have trouble.”
(John 16:33)

“If you are alive and breathing, you will have trouble in this world. Either you will hunt the dragon, or the dragon will hunt you. There is no escaping it.”
(Jim Burgen)

Sea monsters
jump and dive
with gaping mouths
and teeth of daggers
never satisfied.
Hunt for the next meal
composed of human
souls, men and
women of faith.

Pray and work, then
pray and work.
Gasp for breath,
just one more
breath before going
under yet again.
Remember how to swim,
reach and kick. The surface
is not out of reach.

Relax and float,
trust the arms, strong
arms of support
bearing the weight.
Yes, float and trust.
Risk a breath now –
breathe –
air fresh and new.

Poetry, Spirituality

Birthing

a poem I wrote in 2016…

Birthing

To hide from this brutal
world, I jam myself
into the corner of a room
where two sturdy walls
meet, promising me
shelter – while storms
rage without and within.
Farther and farther
into the corner I’m smashed,
becoming smaller
but more real – dense – strong
as the walls themselves.
Stronger: A black hole,
infinitely condensed.
Here I sit waiting, forgetting
to breathe for millennia, anticipating
the much-desired explosion birthing
brilliant new worlds, billions
of whole babies nursing on love, proving
that Love is – indeed –
stronger than death.

Poetry, Yoga

Yoga Sestina

Here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago in the sestina form
(originally published at The Camel Saloon in 2013):

Yoga paths make whole,
send our hearts reaching
out from bodies united
to mind, breath, energy.
We stretch arms, legs, center –
all for blossoms of clarity.

Physical aches and stress clear
away, and even heart’s holes
are healed. Our centeredness
flows from opposites reaching
then blending. Energetic
bodies grow toward union.

Finite minds see unity
with Cosmic Mind; cleared
breath brings life-energy
and mental wholeness.
Contentment at last: a reach,
a handshake, with our true center.

Rambling thoughts are centered;
desperate regrets, fears reunited
with inner peace. Vistas reached
via persistence; wide clearings
bring options and fill holes
opened by misused energies.

Physically, mentally re-energized,
we remember our center:
Honoring the soul makes us whole.
We realize yoga means union
(with God). Our tangled paths clear,
reveal the goal within reach.

Pointless desires drift from reach
of fickle hearts. Our energies
refocus new-found clarity:
Live for God, from our soul-center
to manifest ever-true unity,
the wholeness of holiness.

God’s love reaches us with clarity
to make whole our divided energy:
Our heart-center rests in unity.

Poetry, Yoga

Yoga Means

Yoga means union
with the Divine
experienced as deep
joy, ecstasy, bliss,
happiness in life.
All this!
Those moments —
fleeting or more —
of freedom
from the modulations
of the mind:
Wanting perfect proof,
wrong understanding,
imagination,
sleep, and memory.
Abide in the union
of the inhale and
the exhale. Now.
All is found.