This blog is posted for the Chi Center by
 |
| flourishstudiosf.com |
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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
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
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
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)