Show me my true path
So I may walk with joy and clarity
Pick me up when I am blind and stumbling
So I may open now to allow this:
Transformation
Author Archives: Portia
Opening
Radical openness, sweet vulnerability
Such is that which crushes my limitations
And lifts me up in excruciating flight
Into the light
I shall grow, broken wings and all
Then envelop the world in magic
Emanations
Sleep is my meditation;
My dreams revealing.
Sleep is my inner peace;
My soul awakening.
Moments
When I do not understand,
let myself not understand.
I shall love instead.
He Loves The Way I Look At Him
He loves the way I look at him.
Like he is a butterfly flitting under the sun or
Sea water glittering in waves upon the shoreline.
The way my eyes gaze lightly upon him in delight
At having the privilege to admire a magnificent tree.
Challenge
How to be completely vulnerable and how to express it completely.
April Poetry Challenge Days Four To Seven
Dream brother, where are you from?
A dense swarm of ancient stars.
Who are you and why are you here?
moon map the smell of the moon
questions
Dream brother, I think I know who you are.
Through the static of my beliefs, I get a glimpse of you.
I’m so tired, brother. The universe is trying to tell me things.
But all I hear is a cacophony of sounds and confused messages.
moon map the smell of the moon
questions
I know you are younger than me, brother.
Why do I feel so old?
listen Here is a story.
First there is a feather, thrown about in the storm.
Vicious winds and it was even struck by lightning.
Then the roiling fog calms down and everything is clear.
The feather floats down, down, gently onto the glassy surface
Of a perfectly still and yet undulating sea of light.
Imagine that. Imagine that.
when I do not understand,
let myself not understand
I will love instead.
I Open
Radical openness, sweet vulnerability
Such is that which crushes my limitations
And lifts me up in excruciating flight
Into the light
I shall grow, broken wings and all
Then envelop the world in magic
Living Below The Line
Tom Hiddleston is one of my favourite people in the world. And on his facebook page, I read that he is taking part in the Live Below The Line campaign.
Live Below the Line is a campaign that’s changing the way people think about poverty – and making a huge difference – by challenging everyday people to live on the equivalent of the extreme poverty line for 5 days. - See more at: www.livebelowtheline.com
I was interested in doing this as well until it suddenly occurred to me that I have… only it was unintentional. During my time at National Taiwan University, my father sent me limited funds because he believed I should work for my own spending. He also sent the money fairly unregularly. There were quite a few times when I was left hanging. I didn’t choose to work. Instead, I tried my best to get by with as little as possible. Most of the time it worked. There was one time, though, for reasons I cannot remember now, it was particularly bad. I could only survive on instant Milo packets and a loaf of bread for a week. At one point, I thought I was going to have a breakdown but I didn’t. I can say for sure that was not the worst week of my life but this is really not a very nice way to spend the rest of one’s life.
If you haven’t lived like this before, try it just for these five days. I know what poverty feels like because I have actually experienced it. That week wasn’t the first one although it was definitely the most extreme. Because I have lived like this before and, in a way still am, I understand the value of generosity and compassion. And that is a very big thing.
I Release My Limitations
Every word ~ a prayer
Every whisper ~ from the heart
Every uttering ~ of peace
Every moment ~ in love
In my life ~ a presence
In Avalon
Lady of the Tree, The apple of life
Her lover is Odin, Merlin, Archangel Michael
She is an ancient and gnarled Tree of Antiquity
Her lush scent spreads across to the Lake of Mirrors
O Lady! Lady of the Lake
Collecting secrets, recording and offering them
Who is the next seeker, healer, experimenter?
Step forth! You are called.
The Jungle Book
There is a forest growing in my room.
It is not tame. It is a jungle.
Tigers roam and robins sing.
We are very cheerful.
The Simple Clarity Of Life
I’m not closing my eyes. I’m not going to sleep.
I have been drunk before.
The sparkling wine of life brings tears to my eyes.
A raindrop, a shimmering, a rainbow
When I awaken, you are still there.
Photographed by 押本龍一 at Kings Canyon National Park
When you were born on a misty morning,
Looking up to the sky,
The trees bent over you,
Whispering songs and prayers.
My Dear:
To me
It is as if God asked,
What would you like?
And I got exactly what I wanted.
April Poetry Challenge Day Three
Dream brother, where are you from?
A dense swarm of ancient stars.
Who are you and why are you here?
moon map the smell of the moon
questions
Dream brother, I think I know who you are.
Through the static of my beliefs, I get a glimpse of you.
I’m so tired, brother. The universe is trying to tell me things.
But all I hear is a cacophony of sounds and confused messages.
moon map the smell of the moon
questions
I know you are younger than me, brother.
Why do I feel so old?
listen Here is a story.
First there is a feather, thrown about in the storm.
Vicious winds and it was even struck by lightning.
Then the roiling fog calms down and everything is clear.
The feather floats down, down, gently onto the glassy surface
Of a perfectly still and yet undulating sea of light.
Imagine that. Imagine that.
