sky in the NorthEast, Jane Kohut-Bartels, June 25, 2012
Bhava Yoga
Morning’s roseate sky
blasted away,
branches now whirligigs
swirl with a fierce southern wind
making windows rattle in frames.
A tattered umbrella
shades a relentless sun.
I listen to Bhava Yoga
The vibration of Love,
where Imagination meets
Memory in the dark.
Yet surrounding these devotional tones
the world outside this music
conspires to disrupt, sweep away
any centered- down thought, reflection.
The fierce wind demands my attention.
It duels with energies
I am compelled to attend.
Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds memory with imagination,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.
Our lives are lived in the spheres of
Inside/outside
And we are birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.
Jane Kohut-Bartels,
Copyrighted, 2012
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June 26, 2012 at 5:51 pm
The vibration of Love,
where Imagination meets
Memory in the dark….great line that…and feeling the pulse of the infinite…my that is some kinda serenity to get to that point…the dang wind always distracts me…smiles…the birds with dull claws clinging to the branches of life…nice closure ma’am
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June 26, 2012 at 5:54 pm
Thank you, Brian…it’s about DAMN TIME I squeaked out a poem…it’s been 2 months of nuthin’ and I was really getting freaked. LOL!
I haven’t had such a dry spell for a long time….but then again….
Wrote this this very morning, sitting outside under the faded umbrella. The wind was fierce, as this tropical storm…Debbie….far south of us, was giving us the outer bands..
Even the wind cooled off the morning and that was good.
Thank you, Brian!!!
Jane
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June 26, 2012 at 7:33 pm
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons, DNA, etc., and their more minute particles; of course, these are construction beams of the world. I believe far too often we (I?) ignore VIBRATIONS as being central to communication between souls here…and hereafter.
My very heartbeat should keep me informed of this importance. Like when inspiration hits, enters, it is as if wind has blown.
AND…”…we are like birds…swaying branches of life.” Loved that reference to our journey, and its in-and-out sway.
Thank you Jane, for being right here, right now.
Psssst…I also wrote about birds–sort of… 😉
Love and PEACE!
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June 26, 2012 at 10:08 pm
Hi Steve!
Your own words here are poetry. I will be over tomorrow to read your poem.
Thank you for reading and your wonderful comment!
Jane
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June 26, 2012 at 11:27 pm
Mother nature surrounded you and inspired such a visual prose. The picture is breathtaking!
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June 27, 2012 at 1:24 am
..hi Lady Nyo…hope you’re feeling
stronger..i have been asking for the
strength and protection of you and yours..
spiros zafiris
~~
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June 27, 2012 at 2:03 am
A lovely poem and glad you squeezed it out. I love the inside/out – no winning! I wrote a very different poem about singing kirtan once, but never posted and it’s not really comparable as yours has some real wisdom. k.
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June 27, 2012 at 3:27 am
This has the breath of infinity in it, drawing us along its glorious way to awareness beyond self, tracing steps on a path of illumination. I loved the lines about memory and imagination in the dark. That is a powerful combination, and into the darkness your words breathe insight and serenity. The ending is lovely, as well, though calling forth (to my mind) a bit of the hardship that life in the material always shares out. Excellent poem.
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June 27, 2012 at 11:51 am
Thank you, Charles…
I was really unsure of this poem. I think I wrote it so fast yesterday morning, much of it hasn’t sunk in.
I have been stoppered up for the past few months….ill health, …and haven’t much inspiration for poetry. I haven’t had much inspiration for anything, actually.
I worried any poetry, potential poetry, had passed me by, and also I found when we are (as poets) developing a ‘self-consciousness’ about our poetry, perhaps that, too…stops us from it. I just don’t know right now, but I was trying to be ‘in the moment’…writing from the elements outside….sun, wind, birds, etc…and of course, they had an internal effect on the imagination.
I guess that is what poetry is all about?
Thank you, Charles, for reading and your very encouraging comment.
Jane
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June 27, 2012 at 11:55 am
Hey k!
I wonder about our ‘wisdom’ in poetry. Sometimes our poetry sounds much better than we are writers….in the wisdom field. LOL!
As I said, I’m going to have to study this poem, and come to some terms with it. I think we all do these things and then don’t understand where they came from and what they are supposed to do.
Thank you for reading this, K, and for your lovely comment.
Jane
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June 27, 2012 at 11:57 am
That is so kind, Spiros! Thank you so much!
As the Lady Nyo in “The Nightingale’s Song” says: “I will take prayers from any corner.”
Yours are the ultimate kindness.
Jane (Lady Nyo, too.)
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June 27, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Hi Helena!
I took that pix from my little digital camera…old one, and took it two nights ago? It was a miraculous sunset, and funny….it also was a silver lining to a very heavy cloud. Three years ago, the City of Atlanta came out and behind us and neighbors, strip mined 9 heavily forested acres. Many trees were lost and habitate for wildlife back there. Only kudzu grew back and one beautiful young, pink dogwood. However, the silver lining is this: we could never see the sky over the trees, so that is the blessing. The wildlife has returned….hawks and rabbits…so we are grateful.
Thank you so much for reading and leaving a lovely comment.
Jane
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June 27, 2012 at 7:35 pm
“The vibration of Love,
where Imagination meets
Memory in the dark.” Oh Jane, this is gorgeous!!
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June 27, 2012 at 8:13 pm
A spiritual, and yet, all too real breath of life…
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June 27, 2012 at 9:14 pm
Hi Chris…that about sums it up for me.
Thank you for reading and your insightful comment. You are ahead of me on this poem. I think it’s one that came fast, and I need to catch up with it!
Jane
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June 27, 2012 at 9:17 pm
Hi Laura!
I have to confess coming across the words: ‘where imagination meets memory in the dark’….from something in Anne Dillard. I’m just introducing myself to her, never having read her before. She is delightful. And those words I couldn’t ignore…..I felt like a magpie.
Thank you, Laura, for reading and your comment.
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June 28, 2012 at 3:59 pm
Our lives are lived in the spheres of
Inside/outside
And we are birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life….this is hilarious!!!
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June 28, 2012 at 4:00 pm
ok…not sure if hilarious is the right word…i mean it’s fricking awesome good
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June 28, 2012 at 5:49 pm
Hi Claudia….you know when you are not sure that you trust a poem….???
This one came too fast, and I haven’t really been able to digest it yet.
Thanks, sweetie!
Jane
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June 28, 2012 at 6:53 pm
Loved this, Jane–you capture both the inner and outer worlds well, and the conflict sometimes between them–as someone above said, spiritual, but also, very human.
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June 29, 2012 at 2:45 pm
Thank you, Hedge…
I’m not sure I trust this poem yet. You know….
thank you for reading and your comment, Joy.
Jane
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