(Practicing) Seva

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Drawn and Quartered, You cut the rope,

Now I take cautious steps toward hope,

I hope to be brave, I hope to keep curious,

Puzzle pieces connecting to beauty so endless,

Constellations of events lie behind and ahead of me,

But I will never forget what you said to me,

“Connect, it’s not hard, embrace the O/other and be embraced,

You have the right to ask questions, It’s going to be okay,

You’re not alone, me too,

When everything is fakakta nourish yourself and others with good food.”

 

 

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Pro(found) Excerpts from “Shooting An Elephant”

Excerpts from “Shooting An Elephant”

All credit goes to: George Orwell

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“As for the job I was doing, I hated it more bitterly than I can perhaps make clear. In a job like that you see the dirty work of the Empire at close quarters. The wretched prisoners huddling in stinking cages of the lock-ups, the grey, cowed faces of the long-term convicts, the scarred buttocks of the men who had been flogged with bamboos-all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt”

“A story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes”

“I perceived in this moment when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys…it is condition to his rule that he shall spend his life trying to impress the ‘natives’ and so in every crisis he has to do what the ‘natives’ expect of him. He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it”

“Even then I was not thinking particularly of my own skin, only of the watchful yellow faces behind. For in that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the ordinary sense, as I would have been if I had been alone”

 

Figures

This poem is inspired by my time living in the inner city of St. Louis, witnessing the election and presidency of Barack Obama, the fabulousness that is RuPaul and the movie “Hidden Figures”

 

Carrot oil,

Obscured stars and soil,

Country Roads,

Cars filled with smoke.

 

Bass and pork fried rice,

Boss and humble pie,

Brave, beyond our years,

Beige and cocoa tears.

 

“Believe” “in yo weave” “in something beautiful”

Believe, in your dreams, transforming dull into delightful.

Yes.

You.

Can.

 

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Midsummer

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Artist: Helena Nelson Reed 

 

Powdered ivory ice sky clay,

Rolling pin clouds, reveal the day,

An inhale, a moment, of post storm peace,

An inhale, a moment, of harmony achieved,

Now, diamond drops of dew,

Frame lily petals of royal citrus maroon,

We exhale our in/finitude,

Like burning sun, reflective moon.

Heroine’s Journey: Part 1

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Swallowing you whole your lover devoured you and spat you out in pieces each new day

In recesses of depths you were convinced you had lost the way,

Your fingertips and lips

grasped at embers while casually speaking of abyss,

The falling star sinkhole that your faith became,

The opal moonlight obscures and illuminates

The wobbly cobblestone labyrinth

The languid last breath and rushed first kiss

The dusk of uncertainty

Dawn’s constant reliable profundity,

All wrapped in soft white leather,

Bound in belief of something ‘better’

Choirs of cascading notes cocoon

Seeds, Small feet, Planted, big shoes,

Lead and follow, same dance, branch to root

Day 101 of 365 Consecutive Days of Meditation

It’s kind of amazing how the smallest things can add up to something bigger.

For instance, I recently read about someone who meditated every day for a year. A simple thing, a simple sentence, sparked a thought in me. That thought was, “I would like to meditate every day for a year.”

101 days in and I’ve learned that my mind (as are all minds) is very creative. Time meditating, leads to many varied insights and feelings. The question for me, then became how to manage insights and feelings because they aren’t always pleasant.

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http://ashleyturner.org/v-logs/how-to-meditate-why-meditation-works-introduction-to-meditation/

Thanks to the internet, I read about mind waves yesterday, at the above and below link, this in particular resonated with me:

When you are practicing zazen, do not try to stop your thinking. Let it stop by itself. If something comes into your mind, let it come in, and let it go out. It will not stay long. When you try to stop your thinking, it means you are bothered by it. Do not be bothered by anything. It appears as if something comes from outside your mind, but actually it is only the waves of your mind, and if you are not bothered by the waves, gradually they will become calmer and calmer… In five or at most ten minutes, your mind will be completely serene and calm. At that time your breathing will become quite slow, while your pulse will become a little faster. It will take quite a long time before your find your calm, serene mind in your practice. Many sensations come, many thoughts or images, arise, but they are just waves of your own mind.

https://www.dailyzen.com/journal/zen-mind-beginners-mind

Do you meditate? Are you aware of your mind waves? Are you accepting of them? I think the next 100 days of my practice will be devoted to accepting, not fighting the waves and allowing them space to calm down, I invite you to join me.

If you have a smartphone, a great app is insight timer, I highly recommend it,  it’s free and it has an incredible database of guided meditations and a user friendly timer option as well:

https://insighttimer.com/

 

Peace,

Songbird Sparkle (April Barnhart MDiv)

 

Dear Estranged Adoreah

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What truth

Are you rising to?

Awe filled lungs, watery sky,

Are you floating in or passing by?

Do you trust your breath?

Or do you only worry about the next?

Who taught you? Who cares?

Forgettable lesson, fiery endless stairs,

To step off remind yourself of transition, pause,

Steps already learned, applause,

You are river, cloud and song,

You are wind, perfect subjective combination