Poetry and Mandala – On Emerging

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In the middle of the night
when your companion is the tick
of the second-hand
– and your heart beat

http://www.mscnantes.org/k3l75xj3i8v In the early morning hours
awaiting first light
so still in the house
– too quiet

https://onlineconferenceformusictherapy.com/2025/02/22/mcgif8ergm In wait for the coming of storm,
be it thunder, hail, snow squall
– or a brewing wild within

see url Midst scheduled days or days unfettered,
in calm or angst
with joy or grief,
– take up your pen and paper

source link And in keen or chant, praise or lament,
in raised voice or sultry whisper,
(remember this)
– all is sacred and profane

https://geolatinas.org/5rekbkny Cast spell and benediction,
turn your words into phrases
and phrases into lines
– invite unruliness and ecstasy too

https://penielenv.com/hl0m4pm Take up your pen,
invoke madness or muse
Take up your pen and write
– then, poetry emerges.

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Thanksgiving Blessing and Mandala

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A Thanksgiving Blessing

go here Bless the beginning and the end
and all moments in between.

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interminable wait or – paradoxically –
too much action. A blur, a flash, a crash.

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Bless me, sitting at my desk
as filtered November light slips
through my window
and casts its blessing
upon these written words.

https://www.mbtn.net/?p=dyo6r68 Bless this moment of routine and ritual
In the midst of the ordinary and mundane
In between the common and the trivial.

source In the midst of unspeakable despair
there lingers persistent hope,
a relentless awareness of what is.
Bless that.

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the firelight,
the dark shiver and the cold.

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and the dreamer;
Bless the seeds resting in frozen earth
foretellers of life.

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Bless the lakes and rivers in their icy embrace.

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in our laughter and our weeping.

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which would be missed – with longing –
if they were to disappear.

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Bless us all.

Contemplative Creative Practices – A Mandala

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https://paradiseperformingartscenter.com/ab1wxgo2 This is a mandala of contemplative and creative practices. Almost all of these practices show up in one way or another in Contemplative Creatives Journey.

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Stars in Perspective Mandala

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Buying Tramadol Online Reviews My thoughts were too swirly as I considered the issues before me: a friendship once full of hope and promise now drifting away like a column of smoke; complicated relationships with both my aging mother and my disabled sister; conversations with a mentor parsing the differences between relationships that take and relationships that give. And then there remained the world beyond my door, a constant thorn and source of anxiety. Complicated stuff.

How To Get Tramadol Online Uk As I am wont to do when my thoughts feel too wobbly, too big, I took out paper and pencils. I formed an intention, something like “I need perspective… and stars” because I needed wisdom from deep within, a glimpse of understanding, wisdom that was vast and unconstrained and beyond any sense of control I could imagine, a wisdom that I sensed to be rather like swimming in a star-sea of grace.

click I know (or I don’t know.) Wisdom is a tricky thing, being both microscopic and telescopic.

go I filled the large circle on my paper with dense markings. Lots of intense energy. Color upon color, a thick buildup of color. My first inclination was to add some sparkle, but I decided that wasn’t quite right.

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go site I read: “Fourth graders have been learning about one-point perspective as a way to create the illusion of space.” An illusion of space! If it is good enough for fourth graders, it is certainly good enough for me!

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http://www.mscnantes.org/c6u21j1q My contemplative creative practice at work by way of mandala creation and poetry reading.

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Under the Sea, A Garden – A Mandala

 

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