What a beautiful quiet early misty-rainy morning with candles this Christmas Day. The clouds are gently misting through the mountain trees as I look out my windows. The tall sentinel eucalyptus trees just a few yards off my deck stand firm with the strong gusts of wind bursting through their branches and their hanging bark. Tiny my cat lies at my side and Suzi my dogie drapes half on my lap as she is at my other side while we experience the joy of the gentle moments of this Christmas morning. I just finished the Bible reading and morning joyful song. We are truly blessed. My heart sings out somehow even as I remember the shadows that hover over our world community. In my small way I send out to you from my heart blessings of prayers, of love, joy, kindness, and thankfulness to you all. I hope you have some moments to settle in to the silence of the earth's family of voices….it is a wonder and it will fill you with His Peace.
Below are the next three poems I have put together for the Bay Area Poetry Coalition group I attend. These poems have been in the works for awhile and they may be worked on more, who knows. In any case I read these December 6th at our monthly meeting. I was happy they were received well. Hope you find them enriching.
to separate the grain from the husk…a place to move into more critical and worthy fullness.
Thresholds are like this
A person calls
someone you love just died
before the message finishes
you are standing in a different world
—a threshold crossed—
everything important vanishes;
what was is gone.
Thresholds are where we can encounter
freshness of breathe itself.
Unfamiliar sameness brings
disorientation in the beginning;
We are being moved into and over an
Ethereal space wherein we sense
we suddenly are in a new skin in our lives.
The actual threshold is only recognized
once we have made a crossing.
It seems often to be a change that is
imperceptible to any physical reality.
There are no rituals that help us cross
and we do not cross worthily.
The thresholds for us to cross
are not there by our own making
nor by our own discovery,
rather as we move on in our seeking
they emerge and we cross over in true humility.
by Diane Stavrum 2008
There Is A Place Within
stress is a perverted relationship to time.
A target and victim
what is the true moment.
thieved time………over structured
slip down deep below the surface of the ocean
where it is still and things move slower..
Meister Elkhart..”there is a place in the soul that neither
time or space nor no created thing can touch.
Your identity is not determined by your geography
There is a place within each that has not been wounded,
where there is a still assurances in you;
where there is a seamlessness in you;
and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you.
Prayer, spirituality and love is to bring us to visit that
kind of sanctuary.
by Diane Stavrum 2008
Sharing and Giving the love of God
No mask or pretension;
Beauty..human soul hungers for beauty..
We feel most alive in the presence of it .
It returns us to our higher selves…
Neglected of beauty is at the heart of our modern crises…
Beauty ennobles the heart,
And it reminds us of the infinity within us.
“What we are afraid is not our limitations but the infinite that is within us.”
Open the eyes of your heart to face the challenges that you face…
can you judge for yourself what is right?
by Diane Stavrum 2008
The waters shoreline gives
each wave a
newness to the same.
The edge of ocean waters visible
is where one can touch the wetness.
The soul to the body
is an edge where the waters of
Where an edge becomes a convergence.
Take time for it to happen.
Awaken your ability
to a be with each other and to be intimate.
The visible shoreline
by itself is a loneliness covered over with a fake intimacy.
Find the edge
and melt with those near you.
Simone Weil Might Tell Us
Some said she was a prophet;
maybe she was really a bridge.
The kind that spans worlds.
Worlds of intelligence
and our levels of experience.
She might tell us today that
“truth has been taken captive.”
We have settled with a paradigm that came not
from our own deep selves; not our own.
She would say we must
“seek at greater depth our own source.”
Why let the powers of today in government and
society lock up our treasure?
She said there are
“treasures of alternative ideals”
that are more than customs, styles,
memories, moods, and mannerisms.
Why let the past stand in judgment on our
present, she would say.
She might have said
Awake, and seek the hope that you
secretly know inside–
deeply residing within;
always moving creating.
Uncover the carbon on your heart.
Break off the crust
Like scraping a stone and live
in the exposed light–
We have a sanctuary, a gathering.
A tavern for the soul, an assembly of drunkards.
As the Sufi's say:
“Wise to veil speech when discussing such things.”
Oh we enjoy a drinking which exists
beyond the borders of the orthodox.
Other Drinker's at parties,
under elaborate fixtures of every day life,
have gatherings of social culture,
people unknowing of their own discomfort,
intoxicated in the surface only.
What more? They ask.
Unaccustomed as we are to listen,
we the world are likely to misread our own displeasure's.
We try to enhance
yet we only brandish lightly our own souls
with objects and possessions.
Drinking more in the silence of the soul
Tavern together we will find Crystals and
Facets of our faces illuminated
that we didn't see before.
There are suddenly many themes on themes on themes;
our minds registering unfamiliar images;
we see new expanding patterns and resonances unending.
We approach maybe for the first time–
maybe not the first time–
but we find we are no longer blind
to the Light in our Drunkenness
and unaccustomed we shiver.
Then with new sight We emerge
into the darkness again of what we knew.
We can no longer walk as we did — we are different
– no –
we have been awakened in our drunkenness.
Diane Stavrum 2008 c