Warmest water, balm to my body
Salty sensations, purify my soul I dance in the waves at sunset Giving my burdens to the sea How could I ever leave this place? The convergence is perfection The ancient peoples knew this truth And now I am learning I want to swim in the waters forever And yet my sacred duty is to emerge From this ocean restored, revived To carry this medicine to my native land
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(Based on a first line by Mary Oliver from "The Hummingbird")
The green wheel of her wings Are powered by sacred breath The life force of this and every age Her wings take her to the corners of the earth Where Divine Order wills her flight She is vibrant, she is free She soars with the wisdom of the ages She owns her beauty and her grace while Knowing when to rest into her vulnerability Others have tried to clip her wings Threatened by their span and their reach And there was a time she almost let them win Yet as wise friends observe... What would be the point of loving her? To love her is to let her fly. When someone asks, "What are you?,"
As we discuss the spiritual and the sacred I will now respond, "I am all religions." God/Allah/Hashem teaches me love Showing up as Jesus, Divine Mother, and through the nourishment of prophets and saints. Buddha teaches how breath allows this love to flow through me A blessed gift from the universe, from my ancestors From the fusion of Shiva and Shakti, from the dancing fae. Mother Kali, Mother Earth, Holy Spirit The rising tides, the frozen lake, the flowing river Dragon's fire and dragon's flight all protect me. I am the child of them all. The prayers are building blocks, not scripts And my poetry doesn't have to rhyme anymore. The spirit within me is no longer shades of grey On some continuum in the middle of a black and white world Spirit is all the colors, all the reflections, all the experiences Spirit is all the feelings, all the sensations, Spirit empowers the transformation of tragic pain into splendid art Spirit does not belong in a box, on a scale, or with the laws of men. For decades the Pharisees told me not to indulge in this buffet: That faith is not a cafeteria and The salvation of my soul depended on eating what I was served. I grieve those years I almost listened and I celebrate the victory within The inner light is a rainbow prism sparkling from ruby slippers Carving a path, guiding me home this whole time. Warrior energy--
Bless me with the Wisdom to know when To fight and when To be patient Warrior spirit-- Infuse me with a Hunger for justice and Resources to fuel this vessel, To see it done Warrior flame-- Burn within me each day Warm me with the Certainty of my being, My purpose Warrior love-- Teach me what I need To know so that I may Celebrate the small Victories in each day. Thanks to Coach Jim Bundy for capturing the picture! I behold my favorite summer tree
Today in the midst of winter Helping me to rest into the gifts of the season Awaiting my possibilities Guarding my inevitable bloom Caring for my journey at every turn Photograph by Jason Fair Poetry by Jamie Marich I wrote Journey Blind in 2007 after a horrible break up and uncertainty about where life would take me next. Since then, this song has become a refuge of faith for me during any difficult passage or season. It was a great pleasure for me to be able to put together a guided dance to this piece while I was on a pilgrimage in Bingen, Germany following the steps and the work of St. Hildegard. Please feel free to engage in the dance at whatever pace works for you today. Much thanks to Betsey Beckman of The Dancing Word and Mary Beth Alberts for their assistance in putting this video together.
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