Opening an Envelope ▲• 🌿

And I think so many poems exist in liminal spaces and they begin with the idea of, oh, that’s a place where you’re often quiet, right?

 

Sanctuary

Ada Limón

 

Suppose it’s easy to slip

　 into another’s green skin

bury yourself in leaves

 

and wait for a breaking,

　 a breaking open, a breaking

out. I have, before, been

 

tricked into believing

　 I could be both an I

and the world. The great eye

 

of the world is both gaze

　 and gloss. To be swallowed

by being seen. A dream.

 

To be made whole

　 by being not a witness,

but witnessed.

 

If I Could Tell You

from the vault / Yanni

 

'How fragile we are, between the few good moments.'

 

— Jane Hirshfield.

 

♡ ° thoughts-emotions not even paraphrase-able and yet we tend to live (and rush) like a prose, like foraging a linear time; if the slowing down, we encounter poetry between the lines... therein lies our sadness, therein lies our joy.

 

let resilience be not a forgotten language and path of lost steps.

to just live in rational mind & time (perpetual restlessness) becomes a remote and further a unlit space of being/belonging (a trap that does not permit forgiveness); and to live and feel at home, liminal/musical spaces invite us to touch the resilient self. sure, the questions live there but so does wonder! (sustained with worthy efforts, practice and patience)

 

such an metabolized engagement brings in a significant change, in subtle, inconspicuous and almost imperceptible ways wherein ego (along with unbearable emotions like guilt, anger, shame, embarrassment) gradually wears out like the sole of the shoes/or the shoe itself; and the undesirable clingings also wear out soon, like it happens when any manure that is stuck on the soles gets cleared out, while walking on a rough pathway.

 

infused with love, a message (with rhythms, images and associations) perched on one's own breath of immortal transience - a gateless gateway that is some inches more open to connection & interconnection; a bit more soul.

 

staying here (wanting to live here), artfully and heartfully, we open up beyond our first responses, first thoughts, first desires, first ambits, to a realm/being of kind happiness that begets more happiness; of a unflappable kind. ♡ °

 

　 　 Felitsa

 

"Yet even today, to look at a tree

and ask the story Who are you? is to be transformed."

 

*---- --° Jane Hirshfield, from Metampsychosis

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Gifts

 

I gave my first love laughter,

I gave my second tears,

I gave my third love silence

Thru all the years.

 

My first love gave me singing,

My second eyes to see,

But oh, it was my third love

Who gave my soul to me.

 

--° Sara Teasdale

 

Spaces \ Outside/First Love, Inside/Second Love,

Liminal/Third Love

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♡ Opening an Envelope within yourself ♡

 

Although the wind

blows terribly here,

the moonlight also leaks

between the roof planks

of this ruined house.

 

— Izumi Shikibu

Done