We are cotton
blowing in the winds of time
atoms with empty centers
spinning through space
lending electrons
to those we touch.
We buzz through energy
throwing sparks.
We think
we think
but only when we feel
the balance of our changeability
can we control
our reach
our clumsy
whirling hands
our scissoring feet
our tensile connection
to all we are not
until we are
edges permeable
energy credited
motivation our imagination
life a light of consciousness
in a flickering world.
System within
a system
we echo an understanding
that only all together
can hear.
All that is
shadows all that is not
matter
dark matter
holding pressure on the wound
pumping existence
to our universal body
blowing air into our collective lungs
so we can sing
so light can dance to our music.
Our frequencies play
so quantum reality
can flash from time to time
space to space
erupting into our moments
as we drift
cottonseeds shipping our futures
dizzy or purposeful
into the next second
we are.
Today we listened.
The sun held us calm.
The river let us be
realizing it is not yet time
to reclaim
what we have taken.
Today we learn
how to live in place
strengthen our culture
to protect our city.
Today our centers
shake our hands still.
We
touch
through focus
on this place
our bodies
the bosque
our home
third planet from the sun
warming
with light of a brightening dawn.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Communing
Voces has started up again, the creative writing class I help teach at the National Hispanic Cultural Center the month of June.
This year, I've scaled back my involvement and turned over my daily mentoring position to a student who started the program six years ago. Now he's the mentor. Pretty great.
On Monday, I led the 25 brand new students in a mental meditation where they were supposed to visit and feel in their bodies a space where they felt totally safe and then one in which they felt the most powerful. Then we wrote about it. Here are my thoughts:
This year, I've scaled back my involvement and turned over my daily mentoring position to a student who started the program six years ago. Now he's the mentor. Pretty great.
On Monday, I led the 25 brand new students in a mental meditation where they were supposed to visit and feel in their bodies a space where they felt totally safe and then one in which they felt the most powerful. Then we wrote about it. Here are my thoughts:
I am safe in the silence of concentration
when even those far away
are here, present, trying.
I am safe in my skin
stretching past thirty
touching and pushing others moving
through teens.
In this courtyard
with water pouring past memories
we belive in our imaginings
and it is alright to write
to be here
to be scared
to be bored
to be.
Tomorrow will come without me
the grass will push past the bottom
less the pit
that falls in the stomach of fear
when voice catches up to faith
and we are all powerful.
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