The Smile of the Divine..Happy Birthdays

No life,

then Birth into my body, 

my Life,

then Death,

and then back to...

No life

We come into a body and we live in it as long as we can. We take care of it to the best of our abilities. When it begins to feel compromised, and maybe even gets sick, we are awakened to our body's decline and ultimate impermanence. 

While I still can, I channel the life force coming thru me...I open myself as a conduit of energy from the universe above and the earth below, as if I am suspended between the two. 

I am a bunch of molecules flowing like a flame, burning the energy coming through me. My body is the wick.

Tethered to the center of the earth. I squat into it, thighs engaged, legs bent, center of gravity pulling thru my cervix to meet the earths energy rising to meet me. I cultivate this tether, to keep it strong. It is with me wherever I go on the earth. I stoke it through the music in my dance.

As gravity is pulling me down, my chest is opening toward the heavens, my lungs fill with breath, my arms outstretch wide and my heart fills with love.  I am vulnerable, yet safe.  I can trust each moment as it comes...I kvell knowing the good fortune I embody.

The sun shines not on us, but in us. 

The rivers flow not past but through us. 

Nature was made not just of us, 

but of itself and its own happiness,

 and is the very smile of the divine. 

John Muir

When I am taut

I feel balanced

When I am supported

I feel free

When I am cared for

I feel secure

When I am heard

I feel confident

When I am witnessed

I feel loved

An Ear for Listening

LISTENING

What is the deep listening? Sama is
a greeting from the secret ones inside

the heart, a letter. The branches of
your intelligence grow new leaves in

the wind of this listening. The body
reaches a peace. Rooster sound comes,

reminding you of your love for dawn.
The reed flute and the singer's lips:

the knack of how spirit breathes into
us becomes as simple and ordinary as

eating and drinking. The dead rise with
the pleasure of listening. If someone

can't hear a trumpet melody, sprinkle
dirt on his head and declare him dead.

Listen, and feel the beauty of your
separation, the unsayable absence.

There's a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it. Give

more of your life to this listening. As
brightness is to time, so you are to

the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest. I should sell my tongue

and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.

— Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207-1273)
The Glance: Songs of Soul-Meeting
translated by Coleman Barks