To follow it from the beginning, start with Glenn.
I commented on a post that I’d post this song.
I’ve been holding onto it, because there are a number of other connotations for it — one of those is woman, one woman in particular, a soul-mate. But I’m not ready to tell that story, or is it the story that’s not ready to be told?
In that other post, Traces of me ~ In the darkness that is you, we are discussing darkness in a number of senses, and also coming out of darkness. Precious Heart is a song very much about one kind of darkness, and wavering on the edge of falling into it or escaping it. Also, in those discussions of that post, I wrote about how the terror that chases me, so often, into the quiet somnambulent numbness of the darkness will force me to my knees, literally, should I resist it. The lyric to this song also speaks to that, and to the state of putting a smile on your face when you leave the confines of your brokenness to walk in the world.
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Tags: darkness, lyric, numbness, Path of a Body, Precious Heart, recovery, terror, the light, the path, Veda Hille
Be mindful of what you think;
your thoughts will be spoken.
Be mindful of what you speak;
your words become action.
Be mindful of what you do;
your deeds reveal your character.
Be mindful of who you are
and discover the fate you have created.
~ paraphrased from a lesson learned.
Had I kept some notes on this poem’s origin, I might be able to recall the lesson it was paraphrased from. As it is, it will just have to stand on its own.
You might enjoy the comment stream on the post, Sarah McLachlan reminds us ~ you’re so much more than good enough in which Staci asked me to post this poem.
Tags: action, character, fate, mindfulness, my poems, poetry, speaking
What Sarah McLachlan sings about in Good Enough, with such an achingly sorrowful voice, is an all-too common story. We often learn as children to understand that we’re not good enough, that we should be happy with whatever expressions we can find that seem to express love. Perhaps we learn it through the emotional or physical abuses we suffer from adults, people we are taught to respect, obey and trust, people we are told we should love, that we believe we should love, that we so desperately want to love, and love us back.
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Tags: abuse, Fumbling Towards Ecstacy, Good Enough, Love, relationships, Sarah McLachlan
~ Dalai Lama
all decent men detest them.
Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?
He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.
~ Lao Tse, Dao de Jing
Chapter 31
Stephen Mitchell, trans
Tags: ancient wisdom, Buddhism, Dalai Lama, Dao de Jing, darkness, Lao Tse, Stephen Mitchell, the Dao, violence, war
their character is utterly changed
The transformative moment for any loss comes when we realise we’ve moved from grieving for what we no longer have to reliving the joy we experienced when we had it.
This is the bitter-sweet moment in the transformation from bitter to sweet.
And while tears will flow either side of this moment, their character is utterly changed by it.
Tags: bliss, grieving, joy, loss, my poems, poetry, tears, transformation
Guan Yin
Voices
Intuition is not critical.
Critical is the mind’s voice.
The master understands
The origin of every voice;
Its intentions,
Desires;
Its weakness
And strength.
In most of us there is a conflict of voices.
In many a cacophony.
In some a war.
Between the master’s voices
There is peace,
Understanding,
Loving kindness,
Cooperation and collaboration.
There is balance and harmony.
Thus the master is always at peace,
In balance and harmony with herself
And with all the world around her.
While some of us
Lead the rest of us
To war.
The words, from some inner voice, that became Voices began flowing after reading this status message posted by a new Facebook friend:
Intuition is not critical. That is another inner voice that you might want to send packing. 
The first sentence struck me immediately as true. The second, well, intuition regularly proves its value in my day-to-day life. It’s just important to keep a critical eye on that inner voice’s often subtle and potentially misleading insights. My reply began,
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Tags: balance, balance and harmony, bodhisattva, Buddhism, compassion, Guan Yin, harmony, inner voice, intuition, loving kindness, mind, my poems, poetry, the Dao, the master, unconditional love, wisdom
I fire arrows into the night
Traces of Me
I fire arrows into the night
Never knowing if they strike their mark
Until the light of morning
When they cannot be found
Still, I do not know
Traces of me lay hidden
In the darkness that is you
Tags: Dao de Jing, darkness, Love, loveless, poetry, reality, relationships, staci's poems, the Dao
Time and again, music comes to me at just the right moment. It comes with inspiration, with insight, with meaning. This morning, feeling confident that I am back to writing…back to the promise to myself to put this story down…a song arrives, just to remind me what it is that that urges me forward.
Dave Matthews is a troubadour, a minstrel of the first order. For me there’s a whole separate category for these folks. People filled with life, brimming over with it, and a loud, crazy magic about them. Underlying it all is a spiritual connectedness and awareness that is expressed, it seems, with an easy inward look and a gracefully insightful acknowledgement of human grace amidst the suffering.
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Tags: Dave Matthews, fate, human grace, inspiration, Music, spiritual connectedness, the call, writing, You Might Die Trying
Transformation
The caterpillar's fate.
I’m not sure when the call first whispered to my heart. The voice, that unwelcome voice, the siren of burden. “You know what you need to do,” she said.
Why me? Why couldn’t I just go through life with normal goals and aspirations? A good job. A loving relationship. A family. Weekend barbecues among loved ones sharing words of politics and sports and relationships and kids. I’ve had all that within my grasp, more than once seen such a future more clearly than any I can see now. And each time, I let it all go, gave it up or fucked it up, it doesn’t matter which. No, I’m supposed to do something particular with this life. Put myself out there. Describe experiences beyond my ken, act as the conduit for insights from I know not where.
Receiving the call is one thing. Answering it, quite another. Often a mixture of exhileration and fear arises from hearing those whispers. Until those who are called fully engage their purpose, the whispering continues, relentless. Some days, it’s a shout, a cry, an admonition. “Answer me!”
Tags: Beauty, butterfly, caterpillar, chaos, chrysalis, fate, fear, metamorphosis, my poems, purpose, the call, transformation, wings
When your brilliance blinds those in darkness,
Do not dim the light to protect their eyes.
A couplet from the poem The wisdom of loving brilliance. A gallery of images to illustrate.
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Tags: angels, brilliance, chakras, healing, heart chakra, illuminate, into the light, luminance, the light, the sun
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