poem
April 8, 2009
i attended a body movement class last night that unexpectedly pulled open my chakras…especially my heart, in a way that released a few fears inside that i’d been hiding away…
at the end of class, the instructor handed me a small piece of paper containing a synchronistic tale of exactly what i needed to hear…as i finally sit down to read what is written there:
you do not need to be good.
you do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
you only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves…
– mary oliver
found poetry
September 23, 2008
sitting in a cafe. a rainy, chilly day outside. i uncover a poem i must have stashed away on my computer many months ago that unexpectedly meets me where i am at. today. here.
out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing
there is a field. i will meet you there.
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase “each-other”
doesn’t make any sense
-rumi
