In the supreme quiet of morning
I can just be
Sitting on the deck
Surveying the landscape
Both internal and external
It's good to have land
Especially when I can walk on it
Breathing fully into
The possibilities of each day
The water neutralizes
The fire within me
And I swim freely
Refreshed and renewed
Returning to sit once again
How sweet it is to be home
My anchor, my ground
My renewal and hibernation
The wayward come and go
Filling my space with delight
My home lives and breathes
Ebbs and flows like the seasons
The common thread is
Profound gratitude for having
Learned to come home to myself.
Send your monkey army
To heal my broken heart.
Fly down to India's southern tip
Like you did to rescue Mama Sita
Rescue me, my sweet Baba.
As I pray to you, I wonder
Have you given me the
Answers I need all along?
The answers to heal myself?
Breath that flows through me
And a heart that only knows how to love?
Send your monkey army
To heal my broken heart--
You already have!
Before I even knew your name
You equipped me with my salvation
My heart breathes into the sacred union.
Photograph by Jamie Marich
the flow of my creativity
the power of sensuality
the channel of divine Grace
Thank you, my sweet hips
For expelling the demons
from my sacred body
I felt pain from your struggle
I know with a scared certainty
You have never once abandoned me
And as I access your precious energy
Your dances will lead me home
Steadfast, to the authentic joy that I am.
Poetry by Jamie Marich, featuring of photograph of Jamie by Lauren Bergamo
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
(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.
Bless me with the
Wisdom to know when
To fight and when
To be patient
Infuse me with a
Hunger for justice and
Resources to fuel this vessel,
To see it done
Burn within me each day
Warm me with the
Certainty of my being,
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.
Dr. Jamie Marich
Curator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity