Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Flourish Studio

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The Point

There is no arriving at your
destination

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.

by a me

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?

ame

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