I have reached the point of political outrage overload today and I thought this would be a good time to have a spiritual, and poetry diary.
From what I have read on these diaries here at Booman, I have gathered many of you are very spiritual and/or religious. Would you like to tell us about your spiritual or religious beliefs, what keeps you going when the going gets tough, what makes it all worth while?
Seems like poetry and spiritual go hand in hand and that poetry is often used to express a spiritual belief, so if you have written any of your own poems or if you have a special poem that you love, please share with us here.
Here is my poetry contribution written by me in 1985:
How I don’t know.
Out of bits of this and pieces of that perhaps!
I want to sow and I want to grow,
All the little seeds of my life,
Pull the weeds and till the soil
And in the fall reap the harvest once sowed.
Treasures past and moments gone,
Like rivers flowing to the sea,
Become one with God’s great eternity.
The sun arises and sets each day,
And my life begins and ends that way.
To light my life with living full
and leave but not a deed undone,
that is my quest,
and not to miss this moment lest,
It leaves my life with emptiness
That is why, these moments with you I treasure,
For soon they will be gone,
with the flick of a feather.
Would that I could hold them close to me,
Clutch them tightly to my breast,
But alas, I can only hold them forever,
Resting in my memory.
Now I can’t wait to see your contributions both in the spiritual area and with poetry.
I consider myself a spiritual person, with great leanings towards metaphysics and I identify and have special affinity with Indian culture and spirituality, especially as it pertains to Mother Earth.
I would like to know much more about Indian spirituality so I am hoping you who have that knowledge will share with us.
I should add in regards to my poem, I am in the harvesting stage of my life and so far the harvest has been good.
A lovely poem Diane and many layers to delve into. Let’s see. . .I think I can let everyone see what a total off the deep end-er I am. . .
American Indian spirituality is very gentle and earth focused (as I understand it) and it was my draw to it that led me to my eventual spiritual journey. Most of you know, if you have read my “adoption series” diaries, that I have been studying religions/spirituality all of my life. That certainly does not make me an expert on anything, but it has given me a very expanded understanding of all things spiritual. And so we might as well start with that. EVERYTHING is spiritual (for me). Most on this planet have separated and categorized their lives into neat little packages. But as I see it, Everything is Spiritual. Let me say that another way that might be more readily allowed by those that view themselves as not spiritual/religious.
Everything is Physics. You see, either way, it is the same thing to me. Divine physics.
I have found those elements and those things that resonate as truth with me and they have informed my life and allowed me a direction that enhances all that I do and all that I am.
I don’t think there is a name that suffices or a label that encompasses my spirituality, but it is more aligned with Metaphysics than most anything else.
We are all one in a greater sense than most of us know. I do not envision a personified God, but a creative energy that I call All That Is. There is room for science, for art, for philosophy, for math, for joy, for apparent mistakes, for continues growth and for constant change in a universe of constant change.
I allow that everyone has their own perception of all things they view spiritual or non-spiritual. We create our own version of reality by the perceptions we hold. I accept full responsibility for everything in my life as I have created it.
I could hardly condense my understandings of the past 20 years to a small space such as this. But I am always open to answer questions if anyone wants to put them forth. I have no requirement that anyone believe as I do. It is always your choice to find your best path home.
Shirl
Thanks for your sharing above Shirl.
I am embarassed that when I first posted my diary I looked at my poem above and one section was missing. I quickly added the missing part and then thought everything was fine, only to read it once again a few minutes ago and found another section where the line was out of place.LOL
So much for presenting my poem. I hope if others read it before this they will go back and read again. It really sounded odd.
I know you will say there are no accidents Shirl, but are you sure?
That’s a wonderful poem! I feel a bit wrung out myself this week so this diary is like a shelter from the storm. I know I’ll have to go back into the wind and rain, but just for a few moments, I can bask in warmth. Thanks so much for that!
I’m a pagan, which covers a lot of territory I know! Finding a female representation of the divine was a great moment for me, and while my spiritual practice grows and changes with time the mother/earth/ goddess connection remains.
I can’t write poetry, but I love to read it. And, as if my sig didn’t let you know I love Lisel Mueller and Audre Lourde is also a brave, grand poet who died too soon and Judy Grahn is on the top ten list as well.
And just because I love it, here’s a poem by LM called Sometimes, When the Light.
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood
and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows
or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip
you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.
Thanks for that great poem above and your kind words.
I am feeling wrung out myself and thus this diary.
Here is another poem I wrote in about 1990 and I hope I can type it without mistakes as I did with the poem in the diary earlier.
Journey’s begun, path’s explored;
Directions taken, never before.
Forbidden zones, opened the doors;
Stellar worlds now explored.
Space and time, slightly benign;
Points reached that are devine.
Endless summers, storm clouds brewing;
Pots aflame, with life stewing.
All is sublime, call it thine;
As Thou goes marching all through time.
Twix and tween, you are supreme;
But Darling dear, it’s all a dream!
To all the mother’s reading Booman Tribune. I hope you all have a wonderful day, with your family or friends.
Hint for all men who haven’t gotten Mother a gift yet, orchid plants are great gifts.