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Friday, October 05, 2007
Home Sick Poems
I’ve been home sick for the week with a cold/flu and my system always misses the journey inside (prison) and then in these foggy, sleepy, resting, healing times a variation of a trip inside often seems to happen. Here are yesterday’s poems written in and out of reading some Osho materials….I always seem to be floating between a deep knowing of the rightness of the work I do teaching QiGong inside the prisons and the contrasts between my life and theirs.
Judy Tretheway 10/5/07
Who’s going anywhere?
Traveling partners, you and I
No common route,
No easy directions
Finding our way between
Prisons and freedoms
Spiraling inward independently
Expanding out into communion together
My one, solitary, free, female story
weaving its way among
your many, congested, imprisoned, male stories.
Touching in,
Intertwining
ever so lightly, respectfully
Never suspecting we are going nowhere,
only being "real" together,
Allowing our ripples to do the traveling for us.
Taking shape
It gives my “ME” shape, substance, to go inside prison:
I know myself as female, when all I see is men
I believe myself to be free, because I have the keys and walk away each night.
I can hear the teacher in me, when you come to listen.
I recognize my value, when your eyes sparkle with gratitude.
I sense my own connection to spirit, when your eagerness beckons the Force
Pretty much just pretense, no?
We are but clouds,
wandering around one special piece of sky for a moment.
Shape shifting
between stormy and bright
Pouring out our tears together
watering the earth
Offering up our flimsy substance
to reflect a little light today
while waiting to be blown apart tomorrow.
Allow your eyes to adjust
What do you see when you
SEE ME?
The Light side
as God sees me,
full of potential, full of spirit?
Or the Shadow Side
cast by the density and pain of my story?
Wandering with eyes closed
Seeking without looking
Trying without trusting
Believing without experiencing
I am nothing without my Light
I disappear into the darkness
Allow your eyes to adjust
Look at me, and I’ll look at you.
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