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an ode to silent poets

You see
the precious gift
of ordinary things
as Pablo Neruda did,
but need no words,
pen or paper,
to bow

to olive oil
to the great night sleep
to the mossy rocks
to the blooming ocotillo
to the perfectly ripe avocado
to every day heroes
to hand-written letters
to spontaneous laughter
to fresh farm eggs
to the smiling stranger
to the desert’s wildflowers
to the world wide web
to bittersweet moments
to afternoon naps
to grey clouds
to slowing down
to stinging nettles
to soft blankets
to strange dreams
to the garbage man
to the graceful death

The simple gifts
your devotional being sees
as you move through life
fills you with that deep warmth
you silently beam out.

And that
is the gift
you are.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This impromptu poem was my contribution
to Gratefulness.org’s lovely invitation.


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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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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 linger


 

 
I love to greet life
as it wakes and rises
inside me.

While lying quietly,
in the early morning hours,
I let my awareness
wander and meander
up and down my body,
tracing sensations
and currents of energy.

If I listen attentively,
I can hear the murmurs
of the river flowing slowly through me.
It whispers sweet messages
in a wordless language that nourishes me,
and seems to say:

“Stay a while longer.
These inner currents will fill you
with more energy and pleasure
than the outer world could ever offer.”

So, I am learning to linger,
feel, listen, feel,
linger a little longer,
and not be so busy.

I have come to treasure
these moments of deepening intimacy
with this pulsing presence inside me.

Tesa Silvestre
Bali, 2011


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life’s caress

 

 

Here,
in your heart,
in the palms of your hands,
in your belly,
and all the soft hiding places
in your body.

Can you not feel
this subtle tingling,
permeating everything,
lighter than the sensation
of the wind on your skin?

Oh, turn your gaze inside a while,
and just notice how sensually
we always caress
your whole body.

By Tesa
in Love Notes from Life

 


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spacious love

 

Can you feel
this electricity
in the air

between us?

these clouds of electrons
dancing and flirting
in the radiant space
that fills and connects us?

When we meet
in these wide open fields
between our hearts,
our bodies start tingling,
as we let ourselves feel
the currents of energy
always flowing within
and between
everything.

Is there anything more nourishing
than saying “yes!” to life’s invitation
to experience this depth of communion,
no longer fooled by visual illusions of separation.

Friends,
If you ever get
to witness others
quietly enjoying
each other’s presence
like that,
don’t stand by
and feel left out.

Join
and drink in
this spacious loving.

Sooner or later,
we all receive
subtle evidence
that we’re
always
atomically
and intimately
connected
with each other,

Tesa Silvestre
Bali, 2011


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an ode to silent poets

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Too bad

    You often sit by yourself, wondering and worrying about all kinds of...
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tuning in

    First, I turn my attention within, to my own being. Like a sailor scanning...
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learning to linger

    I love to greet life as it wakes and rises inside me. While lying...
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life’s caress

    Here, in your heart, in the palms of your hands, in your belly, and all...
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spacious love

  Can you feel this electricity in the air between us? these clouds of...
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