heart language
speaks in tongues we cannot translate its imprecision is its preciseness it stirs pots that mere words cannot touch it weaves what cannot be woven by earthly minds, by logic, and sense do I not make sense to you? good drop your sense so that your heart may listen here you'll find more than the pennies of our logic here you'll find real change a treasure beyond this moment's impermanence; a gift of something timeless *Original poem by Summer Starr - August 2015
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![]() The following poem was written while making a new flower essence at Tree Frog Farm as part of a course by Diana Pepper. We were re-making Fairy Rose and our upgrade of this essence has wonderful properties to help work with energetic and spiritual blockages to the collaborative creative process - very much an issue that has been on my mind as of late! The Heart of Connection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hold true to your own charm speak the words deepest in your soul and let what separates - from purpose from community - fall away and what does not fall away becomes gifted work you do not do alone it is OURS it is generations it is a network of beings and worlds so great it fills and overflows the imagination and your simple point in this great web of connection is a welcomed place of choice make the choice to support the larger work of all the universes and you will find a community of open arms welcoming you joining you reaffirming you like a sweet song for love and peace *original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015 to be
that is all that is asked; seems like a simple instruction for such a tall order to be in the face of desire destruction confusion passion vulnerability these things take a different kind of talent this requires a rawness most do not want to feel; it requires a dedication to authenticity our social constructs have constructed barriers against; we find we have to take sledgehammers to walls that have been built unconsciously admittedly built as a survival instinct in a world that makes love conditional we add to these conditions with our checklists of what we want to achieve and bucketlists of what we want to experience and criteria for who we want to love, thinking that these things will somehow give us a better life we don't see how this restricts real living life becomes effort to achieve some item on all those lists and we actually forget to actually be in the moment with this breath with this beautiful person that stands before us or even as us ever changing There is a lifetime of mystery, wonder, adventure and creation here but this place too often gets passed by for that place that experience that idea that love when will you dive more deeply into this place this moment this idea this love? and trade all of that effort for more of this existence; an acceptance of what is now that is not apathetic but rather insightful inspiring and comes directly from the here from the now and beyond *original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015 I feel your pain
in my stomach deep in my womb at the center of the cave of my heart day after day we toil to pay for generation after generation of unconscious thinking doing being hell we're mad and sometimes it feels like this world is spun out of this thread of mindless pain woven into unsympathetic chaos so how do we untangle and reweave given our sick and poor raw materials? look closer and you'll see the glitter of some small potential a hope sometimes so ridiculous its mere existence shows the existence of something deeper and so we go deeper into the mind into nature into reality into All That Is And somehow feeling the pain is both the way out and the way in to a deeper way of living as a prayer for the dying and beyond *original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015 is the ground of my being
it is beyond all reason all expectation all sense in fact, reason, sense and expectation may prove to be its opposite it is; just as you are I am the world is it is the molecules of being the potential of a point of nothing it is a prayer that makes no requests a joy that rejoices in nothingness and what lies beyond it is a recognition of what is right now in a way so raw and bloody in its clarity that to still stand in the face of everything can only be called love *Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015
A major current life theme for me is centered around the importance of creativity during a time where there seems to be so many problems facing us as a people. We have the wild and inspirational intelligence to create our way out of these seeming stalemates, road blocks, and even our imprisonment in a system that is failing. However, this creativity seems blocked. I feel it in myself. Sometimes it is just a sense of hopelessness that one small person can't do much of anything in the face of EVERYTHING! But I know deep down that isn't true. The Dalai Lama said "If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito." And if you are part of a flock of mosquitoes - wow!
What I have started to see as a huge creative block is our own self-criticism. Our comparison of ourselves to others, our wishing we were something more, because "then I could really do something." Insecurity is not something often openly spoken of in our culture and it is a kind of silent sword at the throat of so many. A sword that is unfortunately made stronger by our judgement of each other. I feel this judgement in myself when I find myself get angry over conspicuous consumption or unconsciousness about what is happening in the world. But this kind of "whose doing right and whose doing wrong" or "who is better than whom" is what got us into this mess in the first place...to get out we need to change our thinking. Climbing Poetree uses their strong, beautiful and penetratingly insightful voices to illustrate this human frailty in their first poem at the Bioneers conference. I hope will give you not just a smile, but hope to you as well - I know it did to me. Accepting and connecting to nature and accepting and connecting to MY true nature...one and the same...and the beginning of a new way of thinking and being in the world - beyond judgement. "Effort give way to existence." Now THAT inspires a creativity worthy of Creation... On the 5th of July I posted a poem titled "Mother's Fury". I've been dealing with a lot of anger and pain in myself over the environmental changes I am seeing and the unconsciousness of myself and so much of our society over this issue. It feels like I have been trained to act and think in a way that now opposes the fabric of my being as I emerge in my unfolding process. This frustration has left me feeling like my heart is closing and I am becoming bitter and judgmental of myself and others. So this morning's period of contemplation was centered around a prayer for help with this issue and this poem is the result. Enjoy. Mother's Sorrowthe real wrath of God
is the simple laws of nature; what goes up must come down for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction; consequences but if you sit and deeply listen to the heart of the world to the hustle and bustle of nature you'll hear within it a larger heartbeat - the sound of creation - and there is an unmistakable love there a bounty, a ridiculous abundance of wonder, mystery and potential; see this let this take your breath away with possibilities with awe! and it is this heart that breaks a little every time her children go extinct her landscape goes bare her waters become polluted; but mostly she weeps for a children most beloved who have gone astray in deed and purpose this heart has hope and directs us if we listen let today be a prayer for deeper listening and our collective anger and grief a clearing for greater love * Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015 last night I fell asleep
to the bomb blasts of fireworks and my neighbors shouting 'merica! 'merica! this morning we awoke to a different type of fireworks - the forest kind the sky looks angry and the wind whips with fury something in me trembles a taste of what's to come? this independence day we realize we are not so independent as our green grass turns brown a couple of months early and our water supply dips to unprecedented lows my heart cries for mercy as we prepare for the full wrath of God when we will all turn in anguish "mother why have you forsaken us?" but it is we who abandoned her in search of our childish dreams of a sugar-coated, gun-powder-laced freedom that will never come *Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015 Love creation
the earth that birthed you the process of change that unfolds so beautifully so mysteriously so richly around you Love the divine creator who speaks through creation telling a story of love of sorrow of hope of renewal Fall in love with the divine story and make it your own live closer to it open fully to it drop your defenses and disguises around it and let it change you And let it change the world what has been emptied shall be made full through spirit (in you) and through divinely inspired effort (in the world) *Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015. |
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