Tag: poems

  • It is Time!

    “When you can bring your own energy forth to truly hear others in a compassionate way
    and can create compassionate dialogue,
    then you give them a model to bring forth to others who have a more opposite view.

    It is this steady expansion of the loving heart we all share that is the greatest hope towards peace.

    But even if peace does not come at this time,
    still that loving heart is expanding.
    When it expands far enough, there will be peace.

    Yes, there may be a lot of death and destruction before.
    But hatred will never lead to peace.
    Fear will never lead to peace.

    Fear of fear will never lead to peace, and hatred of hatred will never lead to peace.
    Trust your capacity for love.”
    ~ Aaron,
    Deep Spring Center
    Thought for Today

    Our plans were to attend a colleague’s “laughter yoga” presentation but the three of us arrived at the venue only to discover the presentation had been cancelled due to a death in the family. I live very nearby, so soon we settled around the kitchen island, sipping tea in such a sisterly fashion.

    Your guess is as good as mine how the conversation settled around her seemingly life-long dissatisfaction with her birth sister. The stated question was about her desire to block her sister’s text messages. We tossed, we tangled, we slogged through decades of sibling turmoil before going our separate ways.

    It felt restless, almost tragic. In my heart it was so much more…

    I opened email to read:

    June 19, 2018
    Tenderness Tinged by Sadness

    Fear does not allow fundamental tenderness to enter into us. When tenderness tinged by sadness touches our heart, we know that we are in contact with reality. We feel it. That contact is genuine, fresh, and quite raw.

    Excerpted from:

    “Overcoming Doubt,” in Smile at Fear: Awakening the True Heart of Bravery
    by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche,
    page 58

    That was it! Where was tenderness? Where was the true heart of bravery needed to love someone who is behaving in an unloving manner?

    I opened my next email:

    On this day of your life I believe God wants you to know …

    … that if you become ruffled with every comment that
    you consider a ‘slight,’ you will never find peace.

    Nor will you find it by always separating yourself from
    those who ruffle you. You can only end so many
    friendships before you find yourself very much alone.
    You can keep making new friends, of course, but
    sooner or later they will ruffle you — and then what?

    Perhaps the better course might be to let the ruffle
    go. People rarely mean it when they do that, and a
    touch of gentle tolerance and easy forgiveness every
    day is even better than an apple…

    Love, your Friend …
    Neale Donald Walsch

    Craft Tip #11 (p. 92-98), from The Crafty Poet: A Portable Workshop by Diane Lockward, clevely rewriting “You Are Tired” by e.e. Cummings, I have discovered my own “voice.” Writing this allowed me to finally experience peace around all the pain that family members can inflict upon one another without ever meaning to. I trust you will agree, “It is Time!”

    It is Time!

    It is time
    (We know)
    Possibilities lie beyond this moment now;
    You are ready.
    Let us join hands
    Go to a place where new dreams are born-
    (Listen. Our names are being called!)

    We can go
    (I hope)
    To a place where the forlorn gather
    When the heart yearns for relief;
    Done with things as they are-
    Just that.
    We are done.

    Travel to heaven comes not without peril
    But the path is clearly written within your own chest-
    Just say yes!
    Your feet will find their way, one sure step and then the next
    For it is time
    We will be safe, rest assured.

    Let’s set off now
    Sail the seas of satisfaction to the shores
    Of eternal serenity;
    Hear the sounds of true solace
    No more singing the dirge;
    Music made from the instrument of sheer joy
    Resonating with each precious soul
    Suffering no more (Pray tell!) not we
    We who know it truly is time.

    Debra Basham 6-22-2018

  • Pearls from Clams: Cinquain

    Does it make sense to you that when you keep bumping into something in your life, it is about you rather than just about what (or whom) you are bumping in to? That has been happening for me again. I enjoyed using a new poetry form to gain insight and freedom.

    The form of poetry is called the American Cinquain.(See Cinquain.org)

    Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914) was an American poet best known for establishing the five-line form known as the cinquain.

    She had a deep appreciation for metrics and was an admirer of Japanese tanka and haiku. Her cinquain was developed partly as an American analogue of these forms.

    Her poetry was published posthumously in 1915 in a collection titled Verse.

    She is considered one of the first Imagist poets.

    The insight gained related to a struggle I had had at Holistic Alliance—wanting to please everyone, thereby sacrificing my own integrity and the integrity of the relationships with everyone else. I hope you will enjoy the poetry!

    Regret
    Unbidden, pervasive
    Wrenching, gripping, haunting
    Makes a poor bedtime partner
    Remorse

    Forgiveness
    Sweet, welcome
    Freeing, expanding, relieving
    Opens one’s heart to new beginnings
    Mercy

    Ashes
    Broken promises
    Our dreams dashed
    Can we ever recover
    Willing

    Humor
    Brings healing
    Makes us laugh
    At or with others
    Lightheartedly

    Nature
    Once feared
    Then sadly forgotten
    What will the future
    Hold

    The truth
    My honesty
    Why give anything else
    When all is given to the self
    Live clean

    In one form, your last line should be a synonym of your first line. It should mean exactly the same or nearly the same of that first word.

    Friends
    Such treasures
    Some for life
    Some for a time
    Beloveds

    Passion
    Wild, hot
    Wickedly, wantonly, willingly
    Giving over to my heart’s desire
    Devotion

    Great stuff can come from inner struggle just like pearls from clams…

    Here are more related websites about the form, thanks to Gail, president of Pine Island Writers!

    http://examples.yourdictionary.com/cinquain-examples.html

    http://hrsbstaff.ednet.ns.ca/davidc/6c_files/Poem%20pics/cinquaindescrip.htm

    http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/lesson_images/lesson43/RWT016-1.PDF