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WHAT BREAKS YOUR HEART OPEN?


 

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This poem has been inspired by Andrew Harvey.  I speak this out loud as I simmer in the brew of what comes up for me with this question.

May we all take love in action on behalf of what breaks our heart open.

 

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What breaks your heart open

Is where love calls you to action

begs you to follow.

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What breaks your heart open

when every betrayal in this

Earth bound continuum

storms your door

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What breaks your heart open

that makes every choice

in your world the One choice

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What breaks your heart open

and dives you into the cavern

of your soul’s darkest night

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What breaks your heart open

when nothing else could

possibly matter

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What breaks your heart open

in the still of a starry night

when the war of humanity

needs your voice, Now.

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What breaks your heart open

that threatens All that you have

come to believe is the righteous truth.

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What breaks your heart open

that if you do not take action

on behalf of That wide-open

of knowing you might die empty

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What breaks your heart open

SO vast, So tender, So unspeakably

urgent that to Not take action

on behalf of that heart opening

the world as you know it will end.

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What breaks your heart open

and you push that pain away

for another day, another day

another day

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What breaks your heart open

and the flood of that ache

nearly drowns you, and you

must breathe underwater

and dive deeper still

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What breaks your heart open

and the voice of that which

widens you beyond anything

that ever mattered before , calls

you to speak up, take action.

Be the voice of Love Out loud.

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What breaks your heart open?

 

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IN THE STILLNESS SHE IS MOST LOUD


 

In the stillness she is most loud

Singing and dancing in the quietude

Pleased with how it is her best kept secret

Where she keeps all of her whimsy and need

All of her rage and discontent

All of her wisdom and magic

It’s where she gives voice to herself

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She doesn’t bother with those that

Out-loud above everyone else

Those that drown her out

in their righteous verbosity,

wall-flowering her against invisible walls

and into shadow corners

Those big selves all puffed up,

swilling words of lazy drivel

as if they are the elixir

of life.

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In the stillness the best of her resides

in the vast landscape built on dreams and

and possibilities of how imagining everything

can have a place in her everywhere

in the ease of her inner eye

and her vocal heart

always feeling in on the look out

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In the stillness she is most loud

avoiding the surrounding ease of chaos

in the overwhelm and consume of the

bantering and battling with

Ego fervor and fuck you’s

that breed more hallowed emptiness

in the presence of so much abundance.

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She doesn’t bother with the noise anymore

Settled into the oasis of her inner

knowing, calm in the waiting

for her time when stillness and peace

Unity and love, a good earth and water

is what the starving masses hunger for

and the revolution of the heart in it’s

deep wisdom is the loud voice calling

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This is copyright.  please share appropriately.  thank you

 

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WE ARE NOT THE ONLY EXPERIMENT


“…We are not the only experiment”    Buckminster Fuller

This poem is from a prompt that invited me to choose a random quote and take the last few words of it and make it my own.

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We are not the only experiment.

We are The experiment torn from the heavens

of infinite possibilities to a finite moment

of existence in the experience of polar chaos.

Three dimensional duality reality

And it’s some other infinite Beings

reality show.

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We are not the only experiment

laid to the Universal pertri-dish

of spinning galaxies in Milky Ways

of murky existence to see how humanoids

will get along in the radicalization of duality

In the dark and light of it all

In the rotational up and down and

all around of the Hokey Pokey

with all yourself in wether you wanted

in or out in this dance of Being-ness.

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And it is all about the left and right

of you stepping into this Circle of Life

on this planet in it’s petri-dish we think is

floating out there in the vast somewhere

Not on that shelving unit that has no end

to it,  Of old men, agelessly ambling

down the corridor of infinite everything

eyeballing each piece of Infinity to

see if one of us can make this Earth

thing work.

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Can we get along and survive?

Can we steward abundance ?

Can we Love unconditionally?

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We ARE NOT the only experiment

In Infinity’s Infinite and we will find our

way Home sooner or later

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GIVING PAUSE… a pantoum


This pantoum poem is from a prompt from Christine, The Abbess of  www.Abbeyofthearts.com .  The prompt is: A reflective question:  Where do you find space for silence and solitude so that you can listen to whisperings within?

Those of  you that visit my poetry blog have probably noticed I have a ‘thing’ for pantoums.  There is this magic that happens for me when I write them.  I don’t know where each line will pull me in the repeat, and then I get to return to where I started from in the end.  I don’t edit much, if at all.  They are kinda what just happens for me in the journey of them.  Again, that’s how I find some magic and revealing of something a little deeper for myself.

Anyway… I hope you enjoy this one.

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GIVING PAUSE

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Silent whispers pause yearning to be heard

In the Down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

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In the down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

That silence  between beat and pause glistens

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

The now in the forever after always waits

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That silence between beat and pause glistens

There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

The now in the forever after always waits

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

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There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

What better time can there ever be than right now

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A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

What better time can there ever be than right now

Silent whispers pause, yearning to be heard

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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RISING


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In the cave dark and deep

Cold gives lies to what is thought lost

The heat of the heart was pulled

to the North where winter held her

Hostage to the frigid deceit

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A flickered shiver of a flame

on a breath of a whisper of green

Takes in the inhale of Spring

remembering the call of the Sun

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Pushing up from the dark and deep

On hands and knees crawling

on ancient bed rock out reaching

for the light.  Pulled to the east

with morning’s waking yawn

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And you stand up tired of sleep

Tired of of the dark cold cave

Raising open arms like buds

unfolding to the Sun’s illumination

In the quick blind, on the first

inhale of life’s arousal back to yourself

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THE ALL WRONG THINKS TO RIGHT ITself… a pantoum


I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”.  I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it.  This is that poem.  The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness.  As you see, I changed it.  I switched it around.  I didn’t at first.  I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around.  (what a concept)  Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around.  I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all.  That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.

Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out.  So… here ya have it.  Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.

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The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

There in lives the story line of despairing thought

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

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There in lives the story line of despairing thought

Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known

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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

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