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