"Write without thinking of the result in terms of a result, but think of the writing in terms of discovery, which is to say that creation must take place between the pen and the paper, not before in a thought or afterwords in a recasting. it will come if it is there and if you will let it come." - Gertrude Stein
in honor of the Mars Rover Curiosity, a poem by Rebecca Folsom.
140,000 Million Galaxies
One hundred and forty thousand million galaxies.
Each galaxy 100 billion stars.
How vast the skyscape,
full of timeless burning,
colliding, catapulting earth-size masses,
all spaciously dancing in the void.
The sky looks like a bowl turned on its head,
generous and stretching,
holding this cosmic soup.
Funny to think that this morning
I was hard on myself
for being a small-town girl.
Any time that I want
I can trade in my small thinking
and feel that bowl
on my head,
spinning galaxies sticky and
mingling with my curls
blazing dark and crisp down my body,
pooling at my toes.
I am a Fool crowned in the spilling glory
of the delicious incomprehensible.
Source: Rebecca Folsom, Sliver (2007), p. 69.
© Rebecca Folsom. http://www.rebeccafolsom.com/
one of my favorite poems ever, Topography by Sharon Olds.
happy independence day!
After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my Pacific Time, my
Mountain Time beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly form the left my
moon rising slowly form the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
“Become loving. When you are in the embrace, become the embrace. Become the kiss. Forget yourself so totally that you can say, “I am no more. Only love exists.” Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating. Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating. Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing. Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch. Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known."
"You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could." Louise Erdrich
yet another lovely post from the Elephant Journal. this one's about masturbation(!)
reminder: may not be suitable for work. enjoy -
an honest and elegant post on sexual reawakening that is well worth the click.
please note: NSF
a little poem by Tracy Brooks, in honor of tonight's supermoon -
Meet yourself in the glow of the full moon,
let her illuminate you,
whisper to her the secrets of your soul.
What has been longing to be voiced,
set it free
Her radiant light wishes to dance with you,
her gentle caress wants to know your dreams.
Allow your song to be heard,
embrace your inner longings.
The moon's sacred glow will guide you.
i found this very tantric poem on a table in a coffee shop. it was too beautiful to keep to myself. i hope you enjoy it -
May a good vision catch me
May a benevolent vision take hold of me,
and move me
May a deep and full vision come over me,
and burst open around me
May luminous vision inform me, enfold me.
May I awaken into the story that surrounds
May I awaken into the beautiful story.
May the wondrous story find me;
May the wildness that makes beauty arise between two lovers
Arise beautifully between my body and this land,
Between my flesh and the flesh of this earth,
Here and now,
On this day,
May I taste something sacred.
Anandalila is a tantric hatha yoga teacher and moksha magick practitioner. When she is not on the mat, she enjoys reading, writing, music, birdwatching, and, of course, chocolate.