Art – Matt Chambliss
Music – Hans Zimmer – Inception – Time
I sense the vibrations deep within me
Foundations quake, shaking that which once was firmly held
What was assumed to be eternal falls around me in pieces
Like glitter in a globe it slowly swirls, gravity accomplishing its work
I watch it crumble and tumble, down, down, down
Currents of anxiety keep it aloft past its time
It needs to settle, I need to settle
An active passivity restrains my impulse to jump, to move, to seek distraction
Let it settle, it needs to settle, don’t stir it up again
New awareness is finally breaking the old making room for what is not, yet
But the birth is like the grinding of hard stone and dust
Shifting of the plates, a new geography is forming
It threatens home and kin. They feel it too
But crisis calls for calm, don’t feed it, don’t jump
Old rifts will be mended, new vistas will emerge, danger and hope coexists
I can make neither mountains nor mole hills
The power is at work in me, I am not the Maker, I am being made
I will not jump, I will wait, and watch, and listen to the stillness
I wiggled a post out of your poem this morning. 🙂 This is one of my favorites.
Wow
Thank you for being here
Rebirth! Isn’t that always wonderful?
🙂 when its done. Death of the old comes first and that part sucks sometimes
It is a grieving process and to me, it’s somewhat painful and sad.
Yes mam.
Rebirth. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
God… You two are SO far beyond me! I am flabbergasted by you both. It’s like you have “other eyes” to see all this stuff.
Oh, my dear Calen. You DO have other eyes. When you are touched in a way that seems inexplicable by something, THAT is you seeing by your others eyes. I’ve seen you perceive through them. Our conscious self is often not aware of that ‘seeing.’ It is an inner ‘seeing, experience, and knowing,’ to which our conscious self is unaware. But it doesn’t stop it from getting in, and flowing through you. Same with me, and everybody.
She’s hardheaded. 🙂 She’s the one who brought all this together. She attracts and finds the coolest people. She notices things others don’t. Like an alchemist she mixes and experiments and creates gold. Like attracts like. She is already gold. That’s why she doesn’t claim any of what she finds. She has no need of it. It makes her most generous.
Most excellent, indeed! And beyond generous… She is a gem, sparkling in the dark, yes, lighting the way for us.
I think it is her b-day today.
Today I’m sitting on the precipice of a canyon, looking out over the trillions of years of evolution. I think about what you wrote, and love the metaphor of a snowglobe, of how things seem to go in slow motion.
But the part which touched my heart, settled deeper within was this:
“New awareness is finally breaking the old making room for what is not, yet.”
It is the like that part from Lao Tzu’s book, “Be like ice about to melt.”
And I glimpse, that life is exactly that, always standing at the point of being made, and in the next moment, it’s the same, over and over. Once that which is not yet, becomes that which is, we’re back on the threshold of our next that ‘which is not, yet.’
It is utterly sublime.
I follow the thoughts which come from what you’ve (or some part of you) given us, and then I see this: “It seems the impulse to fix or do or figure gives power to what needs to die.”
You make me feel like you’re Sly Stone: “I wanna take you higher.”
Your voice echoes out to the ancient rocks of the canyon: “wait, and watch, and listen to the stillness.”
Hey smart lady and mystical philosopher.:) be like ice about to melt. It remains water only takes new forms.
“But the birth is like the grinding of hard stone and dust
Shifting of the plates, a new geography is forming”
Makes me think just how dangerous it can be to go spelunking in our caves where the ground shifts periodically and morphs into a new landscape — same as our inner geography.
“I can make neither mountains nor mole hills
The power is at work in me, I am not the Maker, I am being made
I will not jump, I will wait, and watch, and listen to the stillness”
That right there is the hardest thing in the world to do for those of us who need a modicum of control to feel like our world isn’t spinning us out to the edges. How does one set aside the shoveling of dirt to build those mountains and mole hills and become addicted instead to the stillness…
Pretty raw picture of a life going through upheaval. That must have been a hard one to pull out of your being, boyo. Feel like I’m standing looking in a crater… {{{Plato}}}
Hey my buddy! It is a hopeful piece for me. If I am not the Maker then my task is to wait not figure things out. Let what is not, be not. It seems the impulse to fix or do or figure gives power to what needs to die. It clouds my vision and wastes me. The impulse can be me trying to be the Maker not the one being made. The hardest thing to do sometimes is nothing.
I am learning that from you. You’re an amazing role model, even if you do have to fight those tendencies to get there.
The fight is a paradox. It seems to win the fight one must give up the fight.
Something about this rings true
Do I hear echoes of “turn the other cheek in that?”
More understanding that the enemy is an illusion that I need to fight in the first place.
An acceptance of the idea that we’re constantly being remade?
Yes and that I am a seed growing secretly. It is not by my power that I change from acorn to oak. My place is to just be. So many times I have been fooled into thinking that I must oversee the process rather than just be in it. When I move out of my place it creates anxiety and interferes with my purpose. I can not make a tomato plant grow faster by pulling on it. My anxiety only injures or retards the process
Your time as a mini-farmer has stood you in good stead. Time for all of us to stop being human doings and just be human beings. Scary.