Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Flourish Studio

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The Point

There is no arriving at your

The point changes based on where you look
And what you ask of it
It has no preference for it is
Always before you
But should you look to the side
                                                   It will be there

It is almost nothing
And it is everything
Or of it everything might be born

It is you and more than you
You of course are more than you
You are one with all points of the universe

Your point of view is not the point of view
But informs it

The point informs you too

It is ever changing yet still

There are no seven steps to the point
But back and forth and up and down and round
And round and round will do

You might start or end there
Or anywhere to arrive at the beginning again

If it were otherwise the point would have
Already arrived at its destination
And the game would be over

No more dice to toss onto the plane
No longer any to cherish
For what they might foretell

No more jokers or Queens
No more point to pull another card and see
The brush of wind
Or breath of sea
It would always be the card you wanted
Before you dreamed the one you never knew.

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Non Believer’s Miracle

You say you never step foot in a temple or church
Yet isn’t that a shell you are holding listening for the sea?

Isn’t it a temple you place hand to ear to heart?
And is the smile of recognition of the
Hollow sound of coral shell shining white
Not a miracle?

And when you watch the waves turn and pound back in
Noticing your heart swelling and breath deepening

This which has resonance within you
What do you call it?


So Sweet

o sweet the mother's breath 
on the newborn baby 
held close to her breast

So wondrous the dream of life 
unfolding from this moment 
in myriad mysterious ways

So complete the life revealed 
in this moment of such
sweet connection with eternity

So perfect the divine being
locking eyes with sweet
unconditional love flowing

So humbly honor the feminine 
birthing nurturing power 
universally breathing on us all

Peter Stickney

Monday, July 4, 2011

Poetry: So Much Happiness

The Six Golden Keys

Practice, practice, practice.
There is a Chi Field
the Inner Smile
Diligent Practice
Haola, haola, haola.

Following mind's intention to achieve heart's desire,
the Essence comes 
with practice, 

All is well.
So be it.
So it is.

Denise M

Hun Yuan Ling Tong, Becoming the Bell

Hun Yuan Ling Tong, becoming the bell

We can hear it
peeling forth its clear song
lifting up out of the crystalline mist
Hun ... Yuan ... Ling ... Tong

A bell, reflecting 
the brilliance of the light of its song, 
its substance, its source.
Clear, strong vibrations
penetrating all frequencies.
calling forth integration
formless, flowing, form,
each surrendering into sweet sounds.

Hun, everything and nothing
the spacious potential
in which the bell hangs.

Yuan, the loop at the top of the bell
enabling truth 
to sing 
the love song 
between the formless and the form

Ling, the movement of the clapper
swinging in response to the loveliness of life
in the pure creation, 
energy expressing

Tong, the vibrations of tone,
the reunion of clapper and bell
opening of sound 
bringing forth potential 
into notes of truth.

Hun Yuan Ling Tong
Calling forth the infinite potential as the song of our being

June 3, 2011

GUMA, (my grandmother name)
Judy Tretheway
Haola (all is well, so be it!) Haola

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Poetry Allow


There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. 
Dam a stream, and it will create a new channel. 
Resist and the tide will sweep you off your feet.

Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground.
The only safety lies in letting it all in –
the wild with the weak: fear, fantasies, failures and success.
When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your
vision with despair, practice
becomes simply bearing the truth.
In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole
world is revealed to your new eyes.

            --Danna Faulds
                              submitted by Gina Thompson