Highest Light

Seeing others in their highest light
Is a gift of the heavens.
We all yearn-
A deep yearning
To be seen in our highest light;
To be seen as who we deeply are:
Pure inner divine beauty,
Pure wisdom,
Pure heart.

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One Billion Words

Poetry plays with the senses...
And beyond.
Unknown senses-
Yet to be described.
Let's add one billion words to
Every language,
So we can start talking about
What's important.
Or let's invent another way of communicating all together.
Intuitive, deep communication:
It already exists like an appendage long forgotten.
A muscle we didn't know was there.
Only at first it seems difficult to start-
To flex a muscle that has never been flexed.
But it can be done;
It is very easy.
Taking a true break, a true holiday by using this long forgotten way of communicating.

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Self-Love

Goes very deep.
Sometimes I feel it.
Thank you to my teachers:
You may not know who you are.

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I do not shiver

I do not shiver
When I step into
The sweet warm ocean
In my front yard.

I do not shiver
When I stand under
My unheated shower
To wash salt water from my skin.

I do not shiver
When I walk around
With wet hair
Air-drying in the sun.

I do not shiver
When I tuck into bed
With minimal layers
Over my warm sleepy body.

I do not shiver
When I awake
To a new breezy morning of
Sweet ocean scents.

I do not shiver here,
In this warm paradise;
I have not shivered for months.
Am I dreaming?

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I Never Knew

I never knew how much I loved
Breathing deeply and filling my lungs with fresh air,
Until fresh air was no longer available.

I never knew how much I loved the depth, breadth and stillness of silence,
Until my ears were ringing with the madness of cities.

I never knew how much I loved
Sitting with the peaceful company of my own presence,
Until I was saturated with busyness.

I never knew how much I was in love
With Mother Nature,
Until I gulped hungrily at a gust of crisp clean air,
Listened to her harmonious, intoxicating silence.
Until I saw her in my own being,
My own breath,
My own body,
My existence- I never knew.

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What Trumps Everything?

Authenticity,
Kindness,
Turning the other cheek,
Being present,
Joyful belly laughs at oneself,
Wanting nothing,
Silence,
Stillness,
Stopping,
Surrender,
Wise compassion,
Mother Nature,
Inner peace,
Knowing oneself,
Wise generosity,
Shining light in dark places,
Love,
What else?

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Wild Geese- by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

~ Mary Oliver ~

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