Today, in pain
I walked along the
Lower loop path
And, aware of my breath
I became aware of you
Your arm had been cut from your body
Leaving the weeping stump.
I touched the wound
And somehow felt very close
And somehow felt very whole.
At the edge of meaning by Thelma Rodgers
March 2006
Last week, gum leaves fell,
pink and yellow beneath my feet,
luminous moon sickles on needles of dark pine
arranged in strange temporary constellations
of some unknown astrology,
not yet divined ...
Morning mist in valley tumbles,
twirls, riding air
in acrobatic streamers
sky writing
defying comprehension ...
Later, small stones, sticks, pine needles gleam,
patterning
the rain-washed drive.
With just such bindings and loosenings
of stones and sticks and shells,
of wind, sea currents and guiding stars,
canoes venture
into unknown oceans ...
Today, the gum tree leaves are pointing,
trembling, on the edge of meaning ...
on the edge of awe ...
The Hara Point by Roger Melvin
February 2006
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I've got a new feeling
It's filling up my soul
It's a feeling I never ever had before
And it comes from way down low
Every thing I do
Comes from the hara point
Every way that I move now
Comes from the hara point
I came to Wangapeka a week before
I had no idea what Sonia had in store
She showed us the place that can't be forgotten
It's just three fingers from the belly button
I say
Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh)
Hey hey yeah
It all comes from the hara point
Now we've got a brand new way to walk
We even sound different when we talk
We change the world without using force
With calm concentration we tame the wild horse
I said
Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh)
Hey hey yeah
It's back to the hara point
One more time
Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Oh (oh)
Hey hey yeah
It comes from the hara point
Liberation Through the Body by Jamie Howell
March 2006
(Tarchin, in his teaching, opens the possibility of newness and change. The habitual tendency moves towards habitual expectations. Counting 1, 2, 3 ... so often leads to expectation of 4. But what if the door were left open with curiosity and question?)
Consider the possibility that our search lies nearer than we think.
That perhaps there is not so far to go and not so much to achieve
And that even in the grip of fear and separateness
That we don't have to struggle for change.
Right here, our bodies are pathways to awakening.
Awareness a Koru to our unfolding natural state
Manifesting, beautifully,
Each and every being.
Liberation is remembering.
Remembering to be where you are and
What you are, now.
Liberation is contacting the vast unity we call body
This ever changing flow of conservation and variety.
It's frequenting this place, gathering our refuge in the present,
The exquisite moment when universes form and
Our experience births
Here and now, a place without pasts and futures
Without fears and hopes.
Liberation through the body,
Freedom, possibility, creation ... 1, 2, 3 ...
Awakening in the Midst ...
Song by Samaya Tara
Sheet Music here
Hum ..........
Resting in the fullness of life!
Hum ..........
Offering the richness we are!
Hum ..........
Awakening in the midst of mystery!
The Woodcutter by Jordan Strbac
Chopping through wood,
worm eating out
caverns of hollow.
Inside and outside
are temporary skins.
The universe,
a huge kind of digestive tract.
All beings,
coming and going,
eating and being eaten.
This moveable feast,
with no name.
Mind dreams by Thelma Rodgers
June 2006
In the dark hours of the night
mind dreams
of a faded notebook -
the journal of some intrepid lady traveller,
perhaps of the Victorian age,
forsaking family and propriety
to wander foreign lands.
She writes of hardships endured -
of encounters with brigands - and with camels -
and has drawn small cryptic maps
of hill-towns
showing main routes
and where to find the bath-house.
Then comes a vast expanse,
as of a dark land dreaming, waiting.
And in the morning
my feet are cold
but the coffee is hot,
and they will soon warm on the trip up the hill
And I step out
Into a new day.
The Guide's Song from the Hero's Journey
Song by Samaya Tara
for the Theatre of Healing
Sheet Music here
Have courage my dear!
Your strength is right here.
May wisdom guide,
clear seeing abide.
Now it's time to go inside.
Though the journey seems long
you're becoming quite strong!
Your heart is a flow'r
with a wondrous pow'r!
Remember this song
Your heart is amend -
You're learning to bend and dance
More at home in your heart,
Fear and loneliness part.
Now, life becomes the dance!
Rabbits contemplate by Thelma Rodgers
March 2006
In the long late light of summer
rabbits contemplate,
rabbits contemplate dinner
wiggle nose, wiggle,
nibble, nibble,
grass, grass, apple, grass,
rabbits contemplate,
flop side-sun-bathing, play
Sam-cat contemplates
contemplates dinner
up the drive at dusk he stalks
As he passes,
rabbits rise
in nervous Telecom meerkat poses
backward-eyed
angled to run
Sam strolls on
dinner at the kitchen tonight
and strokes and tickles
if he cares
Seeds by Jordan Strbac
Sowing seeds,
from this body-mind, opening-closing, constantly;
an exploding abundance of reverberations,
possible fruits.
I might drown in this fullness,
were it not for this lucid mystery -
some seeds fall on stone, others in sand,
and the most vital upon rich soil.
I touch some things
and they turn to flowers,
other times into weeds.
Wherever there is need
there is budding, arising
And there is always need ...
Spinning nauseous on the wheel of results -
biting blindly the rim of hope and fear,
we flap like rag-dolls now with good fortune, now misfortune
But turning the flash-light of awareness, here,
into the hub inside the chest -
calm, radiant, centre.
The purpose of a body revealed:
a measuring tool, gauge. barometer;
hinting directions,
continuous in their change.
Heart,
the Primal Cartographer,
mapping endlessly,
intentions,
beyond the edges of the map.