Mindful Musings Blog

Poems of Presence – Spring 2024

Blessed are the flowers — they have no wrist watches, they just know it’s time and they are here. Perhaps the pace of nature can remind us to take a “mindful gap” and just BE for one conscious breath. Each week I enjoy finding and sharing a poem to highlight our weekly class themes:

 

Awakened Heart

This Ordinary Spring Day (Danna Faulds)

How quickly I gain energy

from the trees, from all the

green and growing beings

in the woods. The fern fronds

have unfurled their fetal curls

and every leafing thing is

bursting with chlorophylled

vitality. I sneeze, then sneeze

again, pollen clearly visible

on the bench where I rest.

The heartbeat of the earth is

strong beneath my feet and

the morning birdsong loud

and lusty. I wouldn’t trade

this ordinary spring day

for any future promise.

 

The Moment (Marie Howe)

Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment

when, nothing

happens

no what-have-I-to-do-today-list

 

maybe half a moment

the rush of traffic stops.

The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be

slows to silence,

the white cotton curtains hanging still.

 

Meeting the Light Completely (Jane Hirshfield)

Even the long-beloved
was once
an unrecognized stranger.
 
Just so,
the chipped lip
of a blue-glazed cup,
blown field
of a yellow curtain,
might also,
flooding and falling,
ruin your heart.
 
A table painted with roses.
An empty clothesline.
 
Each time,
the found world surprises—
that is its nature.
 
And then
what is said by all lovers:
“What fools we were, not to have seen.”

 

Inner Listening

Feather at Midday (Sister Dang Nghiem)

If I had not stopped to watch a feather flying by,
I would not have seen its landing–
a tiny pure white feather.

Gently, I blew a soft breath
to send it back to the spring.

If I had not looked up to watch
the feather gliding over the roof,
I would not have seen
the crescent moon
hanging at midday.

 

What’s In the Temple (Tom Barrett)

Pause with us here a while
Put your ear to the wall of your heart

Listen for the whisper of knowing there
Love will touch you if you are very still

[I only read an excerpt; See entire poem HERE]

 

Equanimity

The Love Field (Danna Faulds)

Inside the love field

it’s not that problems

disappear, but dealing

with difficulties happens

in an embrace of love.

And since there is no

place or situation that

isn’t pervaded, imbued,

and shot through by love,

it becomes a simple matter

of opening to receive it.

Just as I am, with all

my strengths and

weaknesses writ large,

love is always with me.

I pray not to forget this

when the going gets tough

or the day doesn’t go as

I planned. The love field

is everywhere I am.

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