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out of the threads of your sacred languages
out of the spare sculpture of your homely wisdom
we formed clubs and built ironclad canon
we spawned conspiracies of hate -
now we are goose barnacles clinging to the rotting flotsam of old boats,
we are weighted with the dust of fear and the mold of suspicion
though we bluster and grandstand our way through time,
the original purity of your intentions is still rooted in Eternity,
your guileless simplicity is stronger than the dogs of war,
it is the calm light at the center of our frenzied dark
it is the grace of the gazelle,
the rivers of compassion that flow as tears
sometimes we hear your spirits whispering
in the mindful pleasure of our morning tea
in the rhythmic stirring of a pot of oatmeal
or in a fresh dawning after a tide has turned
and the wind of rectitude has cleared the air
© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved, licensing for online publications is nonnegotiable and requires permission, attribution, link to this site, my copyright, no modification, noncommercial only and does not imply permission to include the work in the site’s printed collections or anthologies.
Photograph courtesy of morgueFile
“We must not forget that only a very few people are artists in life, that the art of life is the most distinguished and rarest of all the arts. Who ever succeeded in draining the whole cup with grace? So for many people all too much unlived life remains over— sometimes potentialities which they could never have lived with the best of wills, so that they approach the threshold of old age with unsatisfied demands which inevitably turn their glances backwards.” Carl G. Jung
Through the past several weeks, I have turned my glances backward over the practical space-saving necessity of shedding and shredding many of the notebooks and files of one small lifetime. I found that quote of Jung’s written on note from my younger self to my older self. After some forty or so years, I no longer remember from which of his works it was clipped and I left myself no hint. It might have been from his “Stages of Life.”
The art of life is surely the superior art, but without art – whatever ours is by interest, vocation or avocation – poetry and literature, music, theater, painting or photography – much more of our lives might be “too much unlived” and the glass drained without the hope of any grace. It is art that helps us to savor beauty and to understand – or at the very least sooth – pain.
Jung said further that “The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.” We come to a specific art as a lover attracted to what appeals most: words, sound, story, vision. Through these gifts of the spirit our lives are enriched and we practice the art of living hugely.
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Originally published as SOUL SPEAK with Jamie Dedes, on Niamh Clune’s (On the Plum Tree) wonderful Plum Tree Books Facebook Page. Be sure to visit and pick some plums from her delightful team of writers and artists. It’s an ambitious effort and worth your time. Visit my Poetry/Humanities Facebook Page HERE, a much more modest effort but one that offers its own small ripe gems as well.
©2013, essay, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Photograph ~ in the U.S. public domain
Do good and poem on …
returned to bite through the umbilical of tradition,
to flick her tongue
and cut loose the animus-god of our parents,
like a panther she roams the earth, she is eve wild in the night,
freeing minds from hard shells
and hearts from the confines of their cages,
she’s entwined in the woodlands of our psyches
and offers her silken locks to the sacred forests of our souls ~
naked but for her righteousness,
she stands in primal light,
in the untrammeled river of dreams
the yin to balance yang
the cup of peace to uncross the swords of war ~
through the eons she’s been waiting for her time
her quiet numinosity hiding in the phenomenal world,
in the cyclical renewal of mother earth,
whispering to us in the silver intuition of grandmother moon
watching us as the loving vigilance of grandfather sun ~
she, omen of peace birthed out of the dark,
even as tradition tries to block her return,
her power leaps from the cleavage of time
©2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved, licensing for online publications is nonnegotiable and requires permission, attribution, link to this site, my copyright, no modification, noncommercial only and does not imply permission to include the work in the site’s printed collections or anthologies.
Illustration ~ this lovely watercolor painting by Gretchen Del Rio with its girl-tree, panther and other spirit animals seemed the perfect illustration for a poem on the spiritual return of the feminine. The real backstory on the painting is just as interesting. Gretchen says, “I painted this for a 14 year old Navaho girl. It is for her protection and her power. She sees auras and is very disturbed by this. She is just amazing. Beauty beyond any words. You can see into the soul of the universe when you look at her eyes. She has no idea. I loved her the moment I saw her. My blessings for her well being are woven into the art.” Such a delightful piece. I purposely posted it full-size so that everyone can enjoy the detail. Bravo, Gretchen, and thank you.
The world in its diversity is probably celebrating more than these … in any event, hope you had a happy Sunday.
“The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.” Deepak Chopra
HAPPY EASTER TO THOSE IN THE EASTERN CHURCHES
WHO ARE CELEBRATING TODAY!
“Respect for the rights of others means peace.” Benito Juarez
HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO
TO THOSE CELEBRATING IN THE U.S. AND MEXICO
Eat, drink and be merry with moderation for tomorrow is Monday
and thus we begin a new week…
Illustrations ~ the Easter Eggs are the work of Jan Kamenícek and generously released into the public domain; the Cinco de Mayo poster is of the Biblioteca del nino mexicano via the Southern Methodist Univerity, Central Univeristy Library, DeGolyer Library, details HERE.
INTO THE BARDO, A Blogazine is an informal collection of works from diverse and visionary creatives. Our goal is to make – however modestly – a contribution toward healing and understanding. We are a collaboration of writers, poets, story-tellers, artists, musicians, and teachers from around the world.
Our focus is on sacred space (common ground) as it is expressed through the arts. Our posts cover a range of topics: religions and spirituality, life, death, personal experience, culture, politics and current events, history, art and photography. We cover these topics in the form of essay, poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction, music, art, and photography. Generally we offer a new post each day.
We consider that all art is meditation and comes from sacred space. Through their artistic inclinations, the contributors featured express the sacred. Our contributors hail from many places including: England and U.S., the Netherlands and Greece, China and India, Malaysia, Canada and South Africa.
Many different religions are represented on the site as are atheists and agnostics. What we learn in the end is that we hold pretty much the same ideals – though we may express them in different terms – and that we all have the same desire to travel our chosen paths peacefully, to live quietly, and to know that our children will grow up and grow old in a world that is not in conflict.
We’ve learned in our years of blogging that these efforts do evolve. When I started Bardo more than two years ago, the audience was nil and the focus was narrow: one path, three people, and a wee corner of planet earth. Today Into the Bardo has a loyal readership, steadily growing and world-wide. The works featured are the gifts of nearly forty poets and writers, photographers and artists . We hope you’ll share our adventures in sacred space and stay with us as we continue to evolve …
We’ve just redesigned the site and expanded our core team of creatives, which is complementary to a group of fine contributors, some known and loved by many of you. Announcements of more additions to the core team will be forthcoming over the next weeks.
HOW DID WE GET OUR NAME AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN? “Bardo” is a Tibetan Buddhist term referring to that place after physical death when our soul is between material manifestations. It might be likened by some (Brother David Steindle-Rast, for one) to the Christian purgatory. Chögyam Trungpa Rinchoche has written of it as the “in between, like a flowing river which belongs neither to this shore nor the other. In other words: it is the present experience, the immediate experience of now.” The expression “into the bardo,” was the name originally selected because the three people initially involved were living with life-threatening illness. Our dear friend, the poet Ann Emerson, died earlier this year. Her work is on “private” until we know the status of her copyright.
Link to Into the Bardo HERE.
Photo credit ~ Our Gravitar – a “golden” Buddha against lovely red damask is the work of our own Wendy Alger. a fine arts photographer.