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Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly– you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
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To be in One
Let me touch you
with my hands
and map the beauty
of your body
the curves and shapes
Let my fingers
help you trace
the words
I love the feel of myself
in every place
Let yourself
sink into the earth
and feel the air above
imagine the long strokes
are like an eagle
in glide
above
the mirror of your skin
Now gently sink
on a heart's breath
to a place
deep within
Owen McCooey
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Sacred Space
by Lana Limpert
Held captive by the habitual language of foreboding,
my form assumes its contorted posture.
Barely noticeable thoughts alarm my being,
strain my tired, confused body.
Anxiety moves within me; tension burdens my soul.
Within my desire to be whole and complete
I struggle.
Hands coax me forth, out of the fear that impersonates me.
Silken strands of air soothe my taut, agitated skin.
Between the branches, brilliant sun heats my face.
I sense the commune of two souls, my own whose voice I scarcely hear.
Another, whose voice speaks with hands and words and space.
From somewhere, without and within, quiet summons.
I open my eyes and all that I am flows from me in waves.
And in a flash of ecstasy, all that is love and wholeness floods in.
Well-being permeates me, roses dance before my eyes.
In that moment, the unnamed, unknown power of the universal cosmos
is inseparable from the altar of my soul.
And my sacred life falls before me in blessed grace.
In my body this moment is a touchstone now.
An ever-present sense that moves me, informs my days.
For in this memory is the ease of a life love spent.
Lana coaches individuals in exhibiting leadership as authentic self-expression that creates value. She will publish a book of poetry called Walking the Dolphin in the spring. You may contact her at: LLimpert@aol.com. |
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