Tuesday, January 26, 2010

a poem for a rough day...

it hasn't been the best day in the world.
not the worst. but not the best.
a few friends have come thru who are
having similar days...

i JUST opened up a new book that was
recommended to me. i haven't gotten past

there's a poem here i want to offer up
for my girlfriends who came thru today,
and for myself as well....

i loved this.

i guess it's by the author of the book,
john o'donohue, the book is called 'anam cara'

on the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

and when your eyes
freeze behind
the gray window
and the ghost of loss
gets in you,
may a flock of colors,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

when the canvas frays
in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

may the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

and so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.


Merry ME said...

I think my copy of Ana Carenm is lost under the bed covered with dust. As I recall it was a little too cerebral for my nightly reading of one page before I go to sleep. But Now I'm going to have to dig it out - along with something by Hafiz!

Carolyn said...

Dear Terri -- My name is Carolyn and I work with Dani at Three Sisters' Spirit in Waukesha. I follow your blog and absolutely love your artwork (my favorite is the print that says, "and the Universe listened"). I just wanted to commiserate with you on the toughness of this week...I've had two "mondays" in a row, and I'm ready to move on from that! Thank you for posting this poem, thank you for bringing some light into this day (and so many other days), thank you for reminding me why it's worth struggling through a week of "mondays". I'll think happy thoughts for you.

Sorrow said...

you are to! much!
Rolling around on the floor laughing like a looney bird!