What do you find in your house?
Does everything you’ve put there
have its hallowed, rightful place?
Can you move freely and softly?
Does everything serve a purpose,
does it reach for the highest good?
Are the foundations humble,
and also unshakably strong?
Do you feel as though you live
As a mountain creature might,
So closely connected to earth,
While living a skyward journey?
Is everything that you have here
Also something you are offering,
And to whom, and to what end?
Do you look around you and see
that your house is your body
and the body of everything that is?
Will you let the life-giving air in,
and will you let your house breathe,
and make room for the new,
and can we care for the house,
and share the house of the world?
– Tammy Takahashi
because love knows
There is no battle,
No conflict or war,
No me or you.
Because it knows
That it is always
And inside of us,
And could never
Because we let it.
No matter how much
And forget love
And feel love
Has abandoned us,
Deep in our blood
That there is
No love without us,
And no us
Our victory for us,
And our only work
Is to remember,
With and in
We take what is holy
and make it again, and more,
lighting it with our recognition,
creating glory with the simple act
of seeing new, seeing again.
And it is not just what we see
that makes us laugh and dance,
but we who are seeing,
the untold, hundredfold ways
we have arrived here, now,
to notice magic with our own.
And so we weave, chant,
imbue the ever-changing world
with all the things we’ve learned
and have carried in our blood,
and it is more than we ever knew,
and we are finally ready, and bold,
and spin a new colour from gold,
to lay it like a wreath
on what is already felt complete
but will always sustain
our heartened and earnest more.
Words are so precious.
There are times when we can feel at battle with them, when we so badly want to express the deepest parts of ourselves or what we experience, and come up short.
Sometimes there are just no words, and the world itself is ever-spinning, and we are spilling over with emotion. This can be so wondrous, and also difficult and isolating.
Language allows us to connect, but also provides the barrier to the truths that lie behind it. Ah, words!
But then, once in awhile, the right words appear. They can pour right out in a spellbinding moment of harmony between self and world, between us in communication.
They can come in the form of storytelling, the perfect book you sink into and never want to end.
Or, they can come in the form of a poem, like the one below, by Jack Kerouac, who never seemed to take a single word for granted.
I think Kerouac’s ability to put a mountain of truth into each word formation was a dual commitment, which he fed with discipline and passion: to live life beyond the border of words to its very edges, and to do everything he possibly could to reach out to others, using language to give structure to the messiness, chaos and glory that he found.
I read this poem often. I love how it takes us to the vital importance of being kind and not harboring negativity, and to the sacred aspects of ordinary life, which can be our springboard into awe and ecstasy.
Rocks don’t see what we see. Should we take what we see so seriously? What a beautiful sentiment.
I hope you enjoy it and feel inspired to let it move through you as you carry out your day!
“The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don’t see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
~ Jack Kerouac
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!
*Also published on elephant journal, here!