Lately, I have been very involved with my academic writing and it has been challenging for me to sit down and write for EduSpirit because, to be frank, my left-brain is pretty tapped. Writing poetry, however, is a completely different process. It is organic and free-flowing. It elicits the voice of my heart through images and scenes evoked through contemplation and reflection.
Tonight I wanted to capture the paradox of a river – stillness and movement occurring simultaneously. I was inspired by Steven D. Farmer’s “Earth Magic” cards which, I believe, were created to tap into our visceral, primal responses that reside within our right-brain.
As I have demonstrated through video blogs I have posted, I use cards to balance my left and right brain hemispheres. In my academic career I am engaged so heavily in analytical thinking that I sometimes feel that my creativity begins to atrophy. I need to find a way to bring my “selves” into harmonious balance and one way to accomplish this is by drawing, painting, and writing poetry.
I am at a point of my journey in which I fully realize and appreciate Maslow’s conceptualization of human self-actualization and the way in which we need to integrate and embrace mind, body, and spirit to live authentically and to be in greater harmony with our essence.
With much love as we enter into December,
the force of a river – collides.
The speed, your movement – you knocked the wind,
air leaves my body.
pierces thick fog.
I wince at the realization –
Have I been asleep this long?
makes my blood run fast,
like the Mississippi Delta – every capillary fills,
swollen and untamed.
BREATHE, Breathe, breathe.
I can’t catch my breath.
“I am here,” you say.
Eyes, ears, fingers … they search for you.
but the fog is heavy, the light dim.
Sleep threatens as night approaches,
Will I lose you again?
Fear engulfs me.
Are you still here?
I am alone.
Moonlight reflects in the flowing river.
It is as still as glass.
ripples lapping against the embankment,
the symphony of crickets behind the trees,
the smell of the earth supporting my body,
the flash of shooting stars,
the taste of sweet grass,
you speak to me.
My senses receive your stories.
I pass over into dreams,
the Earth, a sturdy cradle – rocking, nudging.
She whispers, “Look.”
There you are.
A force of illuminated brilliance, meandering toward me.
You are the river,
free and unfettered.
I cannot contain you –
this thought – so frightening before,
now fills me with joy.
I take you in –
all of me, ALIVE.
You are the river.
The voice of my heart.