Poetry

Feel Free

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These words are
Not my own.
Own nothing.
These are agreements upon meaning
Born of silence
That speaks when still.
Transparent being
riding light and wind.
Resting no where.
Always sensing itself
In the other.
No other.
None other than
It’s self.
Trying to collect
Pieces of home.
Peaceful home.
Broken apart.
Each part
A part of itself.
Impossible task set upon
To feel useful.
No need.
Nothing needed.
Only being.
Human being.
Setting free a movement.
Calm waters.
Peaceful planet.
Feel free.

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Noticing Things

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My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
It is my custom to walk the roads
Looking right and left
And sometimes looking behind me,
And what I see at each moment
Is what I never saw before,

And I’m very good at noticing things.
I’m capable of feeling the same wonder
A newborn child would feel If he noticed that he’d really and truly been born.
I feel at each moment that I’ve just been born
Into a completely new world . . . I believe in the world as in a daisy,

Because I see it.
But I don’t think about it,
Because to think is to not understand.
The world wasn’t made for us to think about it
(To think is to have eyes that aren’t well)

But to look at it and to be in agreement.
I have no philosophy, I have senses . . .
If I speak of Nature it’s not because I know what it is
But because I love it, and for that very reason,
Because those who love never know what they love
Or why they love, or what love is.
To love is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not to think . . .

~ Fernando Pessoa


Side note…after I put this together to share last night I read a post today from Steve Harper that I couldn’t help but “notice.” I think it might help define some of this poem for those who might be turned off by the words “not to think.” (it did for me!) I have posted it below.

Good Word: Beholding

Spiritual life moves in relation to beholding. And that means more than noticing. Noticing is good. It is how we enter a moment. Beholding is letting the moment enter into us. Beholding is where responsiveness is born.

– Steve Harper

Everything Is Worthwhile

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The New Child who lives where I live
Gives one hand to me
And the other to everything that exists,
And so the three of us go along whatever road we find,
Leaping and singing and laughing
And enjoying our shared secret
Of knowing that in all the world
There is no mystery

And that everything is worthwhile.

~ Fernando Pessoa

Now and Always

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I go inside and shut the window.
The lamp is brought and I’m told
good night.
And my voice contentedly says
good night.
May this be my life, now and always:
The day bright with sunshine, or
gentle with rain,
Or stormy as if the world were
ending,
The evening gentle and my eyes
attentive
To the people passing by my window,
With my last friendly gaze going to the peaceful trees,
And then, window shut and the lamp lit,
Without reading or sleeping and thinking of nothing,
To feel life flowing through me like a river between its banks,
And outside a great silence like a god who is sleeping.

~ Fernando Pessoa writing as Alberto Caeiro in “The Keeper of Sheep”

Masters of Busyness

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To be still is to wait.
Which has a weight.
Which can feel uncomfortable.
Seems like we all complain about waiting.
When we’re waiting on what’s next.
Which is why we Master in Business.
Which is specializing in staying busy.
So we can do what’s next.
Even though there is no next.
Only now.
So we never stop trying to reach
A place that does not exist.
Which looks a lot like exit.
A way out.
Of being here.
Which is waiting.
Which is sitting still.
“Are you still sitting? Get up and go do something!”
Some thing.
Surely that wil feel less like weight.
Staying busy.
Moving.
“That was so moving.”
Getting closer to what is next.
The next feeling that isn’t heavy.
Like waiting.
Like being.
To be here.
To be.
If only we could just be
A little more brave
In the face of fear
Face your fear.
We’d finally see.
The place to be.
Is right here.
Do you hear?
Listen up or listen down.
Right now.
Am I right?
Now?
Maybe here.
Ah permission to be.
I may be.
I am.
Still.