Spiritual Memoir – June 9

What is written on my inner walls?

Arabic writing, its beauty indecipherable
so I call to a Guide who knows how to read it.
After a time, the letters become tongues of fire.

I tell the Guide what I see
and she tells me to look again –
On the wall, a portal now, opening onto a great sea
stormy, with crashing waves.
I taste salt that drenches face and hands.

Now words of water
form and pool on the walls. I begin
to understand even less,
but there is still the cool prickling of the water
on my skin.

I tell the Guide what I see and she laughs
and hands me a towel.
As I dry off, I see the walls are transparent now
and the whole World is laid out
a shimmering net of pearls at my feet.

Welcome Home
appears on the walls.

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Healing Circles for Writing

The latest from the class I’m taking with Wendy Brown-Baez.

Where does serenity come from?
The still center not one single breath away from
where your knees are bent
along the edge of the chair.

Where does serenity come from?
Sinking into the sound of the June-soft air
as it brings the soft hand of car tires
on the cooling pavement.

Where does serenity come from?
Showing up in the middle of the storm
where clarity moves as
remembering to stay firm,
mindful of where the floor reaches up
to bear the weight of your feet.

Where does serenity come from?
Turning the corner
in a long, long, long struggle to stay with your purpose
no matter what.

Where does serenity come from?
A gritty, laughing dance
knowing this muddy radish you just ate
has given you the wisdom
of just precisely how to be thorough
in harvesting the garden.

June 8 Anniversary of Publication of 1984 by George Orwell

“For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realise that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance.”