Finding your Inner Peacock

migrating birds —-
fields of pampas grass
show the way

Kristen Deming

What are the unspoken messages that are influencing our way forward?

What did we choose to listen to?

Who went before us?

Do we say if only I had this I would be happy?  What clouds are in our way?

Examine these messages and wrap the messages that no longer serve you over a rock and throw them in the stream or ball them up and watch them float away.

Search the whispering winds and tree tops for new direction.

Seek what expands your creativity, that allows your voice to be heard and all your colors to show.

Follow the sounds that are music to your ears.  Create gifts to the earth – let them fall like petals on the fresh earth —-offerings.

The frigate bird soars
catching currents by feel.
Close your eyes and float.

Vicki

1-13-10

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Poem analyzed: The Night House

The Night House

Every day the body works in the fields of the world
Mending a stone wall
Or swinging a sickle through the tall grass-
The grass of civics, the grass of money-
And every night the body curls around itself
And listens for the soft bells of sleep.

But the heart is restless and rises
From the body in the middle of the night,
Leaves the trapezoidal bedroom
With its thick, pictureless walls
To sit by herself at the kitchen table
And heat some milk in a pan.

And the mind gets up too, puts on a robe
And goes downstairs, lights a cigarette,
And opens a book on engineering.
Even the conscience awakens
And roams from room to room in the dark,
Darting away from every mirror like a strange fish.

And the soul is up on the roof
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea
Until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.
Then, they all will return to the sleeping body
The way a flock of birds settles back into a tree,

Resuming their daily colloquy,
Talking to each other or themselves
Even through the heat of the long afternoons.
Which is why the body-the house of voices-
Sometimes puts down its metal tongs, its needle, or its pen
To stare into the distance,

To listen to all its names being called
Before bending again to its labor.

Billy Collins
American Poet Laureate 2002

I think this is a lovely poem, they say that it appeals to people who live and sleep in their bodies.   How well do we live in our bodies?  Listen to our hearts?  Be in the moment with our whole being?

For me work must be balanced with “the heart’s compassion, the soul’s singing and the conscience’s wary concerns.”
( Sterling Speirn)

and that there are many  voices we must attend to, this gives life depth and this depth is what we long to share with one another.

And here we are using poetry to help us stay in touch with all these voices.  Put this poem in your office drawer, a copy in your purse or wallet, and by your bedside.  Share this with others.  Poetry that influences.

Vicki 2010 January 9th

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the inner tide

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The following is an excerpt from an interview of a Catholic priest in a book called Leading from within by San Intrator and Megan Scribner.  but, it could of just as easily been by a monk, a teacher, a parent, a coach or a writer and the list goes on….:

I had become a priest to make a difference and I did not see it happening.  I tried to carry a message that joy, happiness, and life come from within us.  Yet the message of the world and TV is that joy comes from the outside and happiness comes from things.  It is hard to compete, and I was not coping: I felt no hope.

In this low point, I realized two things.  God was closer to me when I was low then when I was in control.  When I was at my worst, I was very close to being at my best.  God was close and that presence was what I needed.

People are always searching for God.  They talk about it; they write books about it.  William Blake believed that imagination was a surer guide to truth than reason or common sense.  The sources of life are within us, in our imagination.  We only have to see rightly.

My calling is not to teach but to model.  I realized that if I could stay intensely alive, I could show others the way.    —-  James O’ Leary

Many poets show us the way, they inspire us.

the inner tide–

what moon does it follow?

I wait for a poem

Diane di Prima

Thomas Menton said, “our real journey in life is interior…” , to protect and revere the imagination, our creative space, this is a part of our life’s journey.

Can you not see the moon shining over the moving tides?

Di Prima said about haiku, ” …its been all about spaciousness, vastness in the fewest possible strokes.  Images.  Letting the breath open the sky.”

Poetry allows the heart to imagine and speak to others.

Vicki,  December 20th 2009

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Blue Amongst the Poppies

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I can see the slightest of

breath amongst the leaves

almost imperceptible.

It fills me with the awe of

unknown forces,

changing the inner landscape.

A shift, like when the sun rises and

changes the cold stone to clouds with

a stoke of light.

To be reborn as color that rests with the wild flowers,

Blue amongst the red poppies,

or deep pink rose petals, broken bits of shells

and weathered drift wood scattered

on the sandy shores.

And where all that matters

is the wind that blows

and tosses about the sun to warm ones heart and

the rain to nourish the fields.

Bringing me wholeness, the breath of life,

a little piece of this earth

and a little piece of soul

together.

By Vicki 12/19/09

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Nature’s fragrance

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Nature’s Fragrance
Lifts into the air
And is tossed about
By soft breezes
Above the meadow.
My eyes, as well,
tumble and roll across
the green and yellow grasses
resting on this flower or that.
How and where do you choose to wander?
Ever so gently? with grace and love?
What part of God’s earth do you inhabit?
Can you be like her rivers and plunge forward
flowing over and around the chiseled rock?
With slow persistence cut the canyon,
gathering strength with each obstacle overcome.
Can you keep moving with the wind
and experience her mountains and oceans?
and remember to touch the leaf
at the top of the tree
in your own back yard?

Vicki Dec 2009

Doing what you love matters. Encouraging people to do what matters to them is rewarding. Sharing poetry is something I am passionate about. Taking part of the process, reading or writing poetry. If I inspire one person to read, to feel, to think about living a poetic life, then together we have accomplished something special.

From The Irony of American History

Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in out lifetime;
therefore, we must be saved by hope.
Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense
in any immediate context of history:
therefore you must be saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone;
therefor we are saved by love.

—-Rienhold Nichuhr

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Haiku

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I give you a few haiku or short poems that come from listening to the wind and sea:

_______

I am swept away by the wind

The waves tell me I belong

Over and over again.

_________

A kingfisher calls

Roses burning red in the sun

Ahhh, time does stand still.

__________

Each small bird alights

Upon the branches of the flowering fire bush

I am filled with grace.

______

I saw two clouds

My mind drifted for a moment

Now it is full of clouds.

_______

Vicki, Nov 30 2009

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Release your Inner Peacock

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If only human beings could … be more reverent toward their own fruitfulness…our enjoyment of it is so indescribably beautiful and rich only because it is full of inherited memories of the engendering and birthing of millions.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Rilke is one of my favorite poets. He looks very long and deeply at his subject.

Do you have inspiration for your day?  for your projects?  Ask yourself what can I bring to the table to add an element to this experience.  The creative process has dimensions that can be brought to the table.  For dance, you want to think about using all your space, to have rhythms, small movements, vibrating movements, large movements, quick and slow movements, you want to play with using different parts of your body, using sounds and silence and then color, costume, props and set.  You can think of what will go into what ever project you are working on and are you using all the elements that can be used?  Maybe pick three to start with and see how they can interconnect and work into art, or poetry or any project that needs to be completed.  Then think of all the elements possible for that medium and is there anything that you want to add.  You can do this for designing your day and your moments too.  You bring to the table your choice of elements and then all your history and the eons of generations of your heritage and the creative spirit that is in all of us.

each leaf touches a note

the wind rustles through the leaves

I am watching music

Create all your moments and create in all your moments.

Vicki,  November 21st 2009

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Release Your Inner Peacock

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Thoughts on a Poem/Haiku”

Rowing with one oar

I lost that oar

For the first time I looked round

at the wide stretch of water.

Ko Un

Such a beautiful and simple poem. I felt the experience, oh I have been there. We say to ourselves: I know what that feels like. And it’s amazing, we don’t sink, we find a way to see more clearly, to be more aware of all that is around us. If we could just let go of the struggle on our own, how much better would we be? Ask your self right now “Am I struggling?” or has everything been stripped away? Do I have the courage to just look at everything around me, to see the beauty in where I am right at this moment. To take a few minutes to be completely aware.

Write out what you are feeling, what your dreams are, what is unbelievably beautiful on the inside. Think on how colorful your inner creative self is and let it out.

Living on an Island, I can choose to be rowing with one oar, missing things that are not here, feeling isolated or I can stop and let go of the oar and just be. Float with the tide. Let things come to me and create from what comes. Letting go becomes an art form.

Vicki Nov 8th 2009

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Release Your Inner Peacock

October 24th 2009

Using Creativity for Personal Development
Become a Change Master
Find Your Voice and
The Courage to Stand Out in a Crowd

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Picture by Zahid Niaz

We all have this, an inner peacock, waiting to be released. Your colors, your voice, your creativity. I think poetry read out loud into wind and to others helps this process. Being on this island, even the trees are talking to one another. Each leaf has a different sound in the wind and is accompanied by the surf. One can’t help but start to notice nature’s rhythm’s more, the color of the sky, the movement of the clouds, the shadows on the mountains, the placement of the moon. I take the time to match my breath with the tide of my surroundings. It brings a deep sense of belonging.

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quiet waters
time stands still in the sun
fish slip through the clouds

red sun early rise
the fisherman throw their nets
roosters are crowing

wind in the tree tops
be the living breathing earth
dancing through your day

Swirling waters crashing
Sea sounds running through my thoughts
Tangled in the white surf

Added Oct 25th 2009

Vicki, October 24th 2009

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A Poem Share

Hello!  I would like to share this poem so we can talk about it:

POEMS OF THE ONE WORLD

This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to

where everything
sooner or later
is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.

By Mary Oliver

I love how this poem makes me feel. So often I am left in awe watching a pelican or heron gliding silently just skimming the water. This poem gives wings to that feeling and gives value to a special connection with nature.

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If I lie down, I’ll be done for

If I lie down,
I’ll be done for
an ailing animal
desperately
staying standing all day long

It’s been that kind of day in the world, my dear

Ko Un

Lingering winter snow is a holy thing
Larchtrees
all bare of leaves
stand hesitating
hestitaing
never lying–by not even a single word

I boldly go past this place

Ko Un

Somehow these poems say it better then anything I could say. And that is the point, find poems to express your feelings no matter what they are. Better yet, let the poem come from within and write it down. Everything doesn’t go right, great challenges come our way or to our loved ones. Letting your heart find the words helps in the healing process. Reading poetry our loud can release what we didn’t even know was inside but needed releasing. Reading and writing poetry has a way of showing the way towards leading a poetic life.

One day
there was no one I could ask the way
so I set off
where a long pine branch was pointing

and found that the right direction

Ko Un

Thoughts by Vicki, Dec 4 2009

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