As the Creative Collaborative ReTREATers gathered for the 1st Friday night of the 4th annual ReTREAT, we were invited to sit at the table that held the poem we had received in our Confirmation Kits. Along with the poem, there were questions to prompt conversation.
Seated with a group who had never all dined together before, I was struck by the quick intimacy, depth and vulnerability that showed up as we read the poems and explored how the words and message resonated with each of us.
I wonder what magic happened at the other tables?
Song I Hear in my Head
This is the song I still hear in my head,
the one that haunts me as I muddle through my dreams
and wake into the morning,
the one that cycles and spirals and flows through my whole being,
the song that is calling, that is waiting, yearning to be heard, sung, felt, known
This is the mystery that defines me,
the wonder, the vortex, the fabulous wide open unknown
that I struggle to condense, confine, compare -
all the while convoluting its simple pure complexity
This is the memory I carry in my heart,
the one that aches and burns,
the one that brings solace to my soul,
The memory that is the story, the story that remains a mystery,
the mystery that is the song,
the song I still hear in my,
hear in my head.
The rain rinses the air,
stops at dusk, allows
a radiant encore,
roses tossed upon the horizon
Stars catch on the edges
shredding clouds. The breeze
Stirs shadows as it whispers
‘cross branches and leaves us
with just enough scents. We
search our landscape, slip
through dreams matching
the right odor
with its proper memory.
We hear the gulls seeking
calling out for the lost love,
their lost home. We snuggle
a little deeper into our bed,
a smile caught on our lips.
There is always a beginning,
a thread that leads us into
the story. We can always make
sense of everything
as long as we don’t lose the thread.
We slip our book mark
between the pages, turn off
the light, notice that there is
nothing pressing about tomorrow.
Find where darkness meets
breath and unwrap our dreams.
I said: what about my eyes?
God said: Keep them on the road.
I said: what about my passion?
God said: Keep it burning.
I said: what about my heart?
God said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: pain and sorrow?
He said: ..stay with it.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Words drift but don’t land
fragments of emotions
too fragile for words
I just sit with it all
Letting it all go
Peace moving through
like a ghost knowing no borders
Allowing all things to be
Just as they are
Allowing things to happen
As they will
Knowing all will be well
There is nothing for me to make
Music moves into my soul
Love cannot fail
A million diamonds sparkle on the water
This dance defines my life
In Sweet Company
We sit together and I tell you things,
Silent, unborn, naked things
That only my God has heard me say.
You do not cluck your tongue at me
Or roll your eyes
Or split my heart into a thousand thousand pieces
With words that have little to do with me.
You do not turn away because you cannot bear to see
Your own unclaimed light shining in my eyes.
You stay with me in the dark.
You urge me into being.
You make room in your heart for my voice.
You rejoice in my joy.
And through it all, you stand unbound
By everything but the still, small Voice within you.
I see my future Self in you
Just enough to risk
Moving beyond the familiar,
Just enough to leav
The familiar in the past where it belongs.
I breathe you in and I breathe you out
In one luxurious and contented sigh.
In sweet company
I am home at last.