You resurrected yourself in many partials, different colors, and hues to be placed
back together in a large mosaic.
What will you depict?
Right now, fierce warrior-ness.
Bow and arrow at the ready, lion's main to show power, dragon's breath for flames.
Passionate running through the woods crunchy leaves blow my cover. Shit.
Hollering out a battle cry within. AAAAAaaaaa
Against myself war rages.
Start to finish. Finish to start.
It is a oneness I am coming to know.
A seeking a speaking or-- no?
Self-doubt echos back in these ears--
only to be put in its place.
A personal mantra, "you know your body".
"The Mind Controls the body but the Breath controls the mind." B.K.S. Iyengar.
Stinging Pain Rears
No matter what happens you know yourself move through it.
Be you, Be with it.
There is weighted discomfort.
And yet, be brave.
It is time to lay down weapons there is no fight to win.
Sit in the tree instead of crunching the leaves.
Hear the sounds that surrounds.
Offering to you instead of you doing
Do you have my back?
Smelling life for a moment. Find your ease.
Sniffing promotes breath which is your own breeze.
You will find your stride.
emote no lie.
easy doesn't hold a lasting result.
Anything worth wanting, knowing or having takes effort.
Banter of what your life should be, who are thee, stand-- Stand with yourself.
In the strife, in the shattering jagged pieces that will find there place
Quietness is sometimes the best possible reasoning--
place take your time. Honor your voice of walking yourself through
instead of running to keep pace.
earning these life warrior stripes, medals of war.
Soldier on Fierce Warrior-- Soldier On....
In your last breath your final mosaic piece
will be laid until then you must carry your divine flame. Work to find the balance. the glue to glass easy will never last.
Poetry by Karlene Rantamaki
Glasswork Mosaic by Crystal Burr
I durst not reveal that I am enclosed in the womb
of Mary. Food umbilically appears from a slot
in the wall, waste magically removed the same way.
My tongue tastes flavors of rainbows, while my feet
intricately dance in unknown steps. The floor
pulsates and the walls shimmer. Oh! I am reborn
daily without ever leaving my cell. Praise God.
Poem by Kelly Boyer Sagert
Photo by Efe Kurnaz
I return to the womb
Every time I curl up
And let the colors swirl around
In this posture my being
Cultivates a new growth,
A new energy
So that I may awaken
As a blossom, a flame
Ready to heal the world.
Challenge me . . . You're ok;
You may get stung - you know how to take care of the bite.
Moving past me you are entering wholeness, freedom and expansiveness.
I'm like a gate that leads you into a beautiful, open and new space to explore and
Go toward your fears and let go.
No more self-imprisonment,
No more chains.
Feeding my soul,
No more starving for air.
For gain, move beyond the pain. Sane beats pain, hands down.
The edges hold things up;
Be in the question -
There's the tipping point.
There is often footing, grounding, on the other side - even if it can't be felt from this side.
Tiptoe, dance, jump, fearless!
Back to innocence.
Written by retreatants during the 2017 Expressive Arts Therapeutic Weekend Intensive in Warren, OH as part of a group process on exploring themes around "the edge."
Dr. Jamie Marich
Curator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity