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Too bad

 
 
You often sit by yourself,
wondering and worrying
about all kinds of things,
thinking you’re all alone.

We’re with you
all day long, diligently
beating your heart,
greening the grass
that greets your feet,
feeding you air
and sunlight,
showering you
with little sparks
of life.

Too bad
you do not notice.

You’re so busy
sticking to your story
of broken home
and lost community

thirsty for support
but unable to feel our care
or take it in.

Let’s hope something
will some day
break the strange spell
which has you dying of thirst
by a fountain.

Tesa Silvestre
in Love Notes from Life


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yes, we can talk (by mark nepo)

 

 

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching,
just opening.

No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations that rub into a pearl

So we can talk awhile
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen tot he sea

And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone, but seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it is a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather
into the surf that human shells
call god.

By Mark Nepo

 


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tuning in

 
 
First, I turn my attention within,
to my own being.

Like a sailor scanning the horizon
for anything worth noting,
I look around inside
for any sensation
that might be seeking my attention.

I am not on a mission to find anything.
I’m just looking, sensing, exploring,
open to connecting with all that lives
in the vast ocean within.

If nothing greets me right away,
I take a few breaths.

But it rarely takes long
before undercurrents start revealing themselves,
a feeling of fullness in the belly,
general tiredness,
the lively beat of my heart,
a sense of tightness
or spaciousness
in the chest.

Tuning in is the most important thing.
Once I do, I am off
and sailing

with life force as the wind
guiding me
deeper
in.

Tesa Silvestre,
Bali 2011


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learning to look at the sky again

I’m drinking in this morning’s misty sky for breakfast, grateful that I no longer need to use an alarm clock or a car, and the days when I resorted to several cups of coffee daily to trump my body’s need for rest are far behind me. I’m loving this simpler life I now live in Bali, learning to make music with my hands, meditating with friends, reciting poetry, nourishing slow-growing seeds of change within and around me, wondering what kinds of fruits they’ll all turn out to be. This taking the time to become more intimate with life is such a rewarding journey, despite the lingering grief in my heart that I got such a late start. Thank you, Robert Montgomery, for advertising new possibilities. I love your creativity. One thing on behalf of technology though: it is what lets the whole world gets to enjoy and share your stunning poetry. That billboard photo which appeared on my facebook newsfeed this morning has been shared on 500 virtual walls. I wonder how many countries they spanned, and how many neglected parts of the world wide sky got to receive some attention these last few days, because of your invitation.

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Robert Montgomery is a London artist who “hijacks advertising space in the city, often illegally… His texts are part poetry, part an inquiry into our collective unconscious. They are intended to be encountered by commuters who don’t know they are art, and an attempt to describe in public space what it is like to live now.” These words are from the artist’s website where I wandered a while, reading through other inspiring and provocative billboard statements. I hadn’t been that taken by someone’s creativity since discovering Ashes and Snow a few years ago.


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