 May the reason I practice yoga be
To lead others to realizing the true nature of the Self Yet in doing that empowering others Especially my fellow sisters to advocate for themselves To not let men walk all over us In the name of spiritual practices or enlightenment For us to claim our voice As the creative energy that makes it all happen Refusing to be treated as anything less We are not just servants of the masculine We are the whirl that creates The motion and maintains the balance People have tried to keep the waves From rising to their fullest majesty not anymore, and never again
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 Burned Pages
Burn away the pages of my past told by strangers to my soul. Burn away the tainted edges gripped with desperate wishes. Awash my body with the healing embers of my own spark. Heed my call, the scream from my lungs. Heed the fire held in my heart. - Peyton Cram  Dance for yourself
like you want to dance for him When you move as a river touching your body with delight Know that you are touching eternity herself, the Divine Goddess When your hips unleash a torrent of sensual bliss Know that you are creating flames to warm the earth entire When you quiver with electricity and beckon him to come Know that you are connecting with your True Divine Nature Yours, not his  I love you with an old-fashioned heart
Maybe the leftovers of another lifetime My God, loving you was easier then In this time, in this place I am just another misfit with an Old-fashioned heart and an even Older soul who hopes we can one day Find ourselves on the same page of Our tattered storybook A single tear runs down my face Smearing the ink off my lonely page Soon there will be an empty canvas And I do not know what will be created A solo piece, or a call and response For now, the not knowing must be enough Photography of Jamie by Ellen DeCarlo (2004)  Photo Credit: Erin Kelly Attune me to today
Let my words Be your words And may I respond To life's challenged From the fusion of My humanity and My divinity  I’m tired and
I just want to go home I am hungry all the time and I constantly yearn to be touched Not just by anyone-- By the one I adore more than I should I crave the things I cannot have and I resent having to wear this meat suit My soul is already home My body longs to catch up My body is exhausted My body still wanders My body constantly feels teased My body is hungry all the time and My body yearns to be touched Can’t she just get with the program? I know I am not my body My soul is who I truly am When I recognize this truth, I am at peace And it’s so fucking hard to stay there When I live in this human shell I am not my limbic brain and yet I have a limbic brain, a brain that is tired And just wants to go home  One
I want nothing. Nothing pleases me. I celebrate nothing. I love nothing. Nothing beckons me beyond the urge to strive, a constant yen to stave off Zen. I want no sound, no taste, no smell, no color, shape, or texture. Nothing has plenty of nothing, respite for my senses, and that is what I want, for a bit of time every day. - Velma Lee Barber  Dear Jamie-
I am nearing the end of my journey And I've been with you through much of yours I was there when wanting to off yourself Was still in your thoughts every night And I'm glad that you stayed around to take care of me And that you stayed around to let me take care of you Remember, dear Jamie, you named me Joy for a reason I am the only animal in your life you got to name And you named me Joy You needed more Joy in your life And I was happy to give it I still am I hope that now, as I near the end of my time You are closer to learning that Joy is within you Love is within you Light is within you Like your beloved Dorothy, everything you need is Already within you Including Joy I still have some time left, so I'll hang around Until I know that you've gotten it for sure At least I know that You will never let anyone Lock me up in a cold basement again  The earth and sky are one
Just as Jesus and Hanuman are One How could one ever go back to sleep After being this awakened? How could anyone hear their name Shouted in anger again When they've finally heard it Whispered with such love. The earth and sky are one Just as Jesus and Hanuman are One The truth finally found me May I never get lost again Photography (of Jamie) by Ola Sobanski  Old with new
out Grown Child with Adult Responsibility Shifts Kid like heart It is tough Truth with Lies oil and vinegar They don’t mix Sometimes holding on creates Confusion Contusions Who does she want to be? A kid Not possible. What is real? What is her present moment? 32 next week. Single. Differently Able Perspective Changer What makes her go on her own? Playing with going No one else Just herself. Fireworks Beautiful colors Got scared Loud noises Echoing Just wanted to see. She drove through traffic Testing her ability She felt fear and she felt... Freedom It’s weird. Guilty for going alone and no one directs this life anymore. She just cannot wait for someone to say “lets go” No. Boundary Self Power. She’s got perseverance. She’s got Community Damn it. Go try. Break fear. Wallowing chokes out growth. She’s shifting. Transitions are meant with tears and that’s okay. Cry. Supported. Didn’t see that one coming. Space opened just for you to feel other people’s presence and kitties heartbeat’s Balance. She opened-up her Rib cage. Not everyone sees. How she copes reads and challenge with Comprehension oooo that not easy. They have been trying and she dropped her wall She doesn’t want to live in fear that’s not cool at all She’s worth more than the self-sabotage Thankful for a moment spoken into her life Speaking to her “let them control their own boundary” And the body is hers for purposeful slowing down reasons Not to ignore the fact asking for help-- is in that lesson Logic with emotion Won’t work hand and hand and hers is human Expression is in discovery Be It will come through play Allowed to create Silence and with speaking Hmmm. Silent no more She works to speak. Connect. Yes, it’s tough And well hell She meant to be heard. Slow and steady Practice She gains momentum Nothing to prove just gains for herself A Voice, Freedom, Living, and Personal Growth. Blessed to be among people who see this when she has fallen And helps dust her off and stand her back on solid ground. Painted rock image featuring the expressive arts therapy practice of Irene Rodriguez |
Dr. Jamie MarichCurator of the Dancing Mindfulness expressive arts blog: a celebration of mindfully-inspired, multi-modal creativity Archives
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