Poems From The Porch
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Joining Rumi In The Field
One bird, all alone, flutters in the distance like a butterfly,
—a demonstration of the fleeting, transitory nature of life.
In contrast, the day is alive with song,
and the sky has clothed herself in powder blue.
Two soft, furry cats are snuggled on my lap,
one repositioning herself and nudging away the other
for the prime position.
Now there are four,
one at my feet
and another hopping over everyone for a brief visit.
The coffee tastes so good this morning,
its roasted creaminess a treat for my palate.
Before me is a different palette,
one that displays hues of infinite green,
a spectrum of yellow,
and a continuum of red.
It reminds me of the diversity of life in our world
and of the political, racial, and bodily unrest
that is so palpable at this time.
Ideas of right and wrong,
justice and injustice,
health and illness
are pervasive and divisive,
nudging each other like cats.
We are, together, birthing something new
—a painful, traumatic, and necessary process
extricating us from the grip of dualities.
The particulars of the birth are a distracting seduction
to live in the thinking mind,
the realm of divide and conquer
and us against them.
Yet equally cogent and insistent
is the quiet wooing of the spiritual Heart
to be mindful of the grace of NOW
and the Truth of LOVE,
beyond dogma, doctrine, and ideology.
So, I am joining the poet, Rumi, in the field today.
Hundreds of years ago, he issued an invitation:
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.”