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Love and Peace are beings who live as possibilities within us

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On this day which is celebrated in memorial to war’s fallen heroes here in the United States, I share some poetry about living, loving and growing with you, dear Readers.

Centering (excerpt)
by Mary Caroline Richards

But how are we to love when we are stiff and numb and disinterested? How are we to transform ourselves into limber and soft organisms lying open to the world at the quick? By what process and what agency do we perform the Great Work, transforming lowly materials into gold? Love, like its counterpart Death, is a yielding at the center. Not in the sentiment. Nor in the genitals. Look deep into my eyes and see the love-light. Figured forth in intelligent cooperation, sensitive congeniality, physical warmth. At the center love must live.

One gives up all one has for this. This is the love that resides in the self, the self-love, out of which all love pours. The fountain, the source. At the center. One gives up all the treasured sorrow and self-mistrust, all the precious loathing and suspicion, all the secret triumphs of withdrawal. One bends in the wind. There are many disciplines which strengthen one’s athleticism for love. It takes all one’s strength. And yet it takes all one’s weakness too. Sometimes it is only by having all one’s so-called strength pulverized that one is weak enough, strong enough, to yield. It takes that power of nature in one which is neither strength nor weakness but closer perhaps to virtu, person, personalized energy. Do not speak about strength and weakness, manliness and womanliness, aggressiveness and submissiveness.

Look at this flower. Look at this child. Lock at this rock with lichen growing on it. Listen to this gull scream as he drops through the air to gobble the bread I throw and clumsily rights himself in the wind. Bear ye one another’s burdens, the Lord said, and he was talking law.

Love is not a doctrine. Peace is not an international agreement. Love and Peace are beings who live as possibilities within us.

The Seven of Pentacles 
by Marge Piercy

Under a sky the color of pea soup
She is looking at her work growing away there
actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans
as things grow in the real world, slowly enough.

If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water,
if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food,
if the sun shines and you pick off caterpillars,
if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs and the bees,
then the plants flourish, but at their own internal clock.

Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot tell always by looking at what is happening.
More than half a tree is spread out under the soil under your feet.

Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet.
Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree.

Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden.
Gnaw in the dark and us the sun to make sugar.

Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses.
Live a life you can endure: make love that is loving.

Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in,
a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us
interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.

Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.

This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth,
the harvest comes.

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Author: SingingBones

When we sing over the bones, we are calling the wild nature, the instinctive soul back, singing it alive again. To live with our wildness intact, is the greatest gift a woman can give herself. "It is the holy poetry and singing we are after." C.P. Estes

6 thoughts on “Love and Peace are beings who live as possibilities within us

  1. Wow! Great poem…and great writing….yes, true love takes all we have…and then some……… surrender, gratitude, stillness, forgiveness and living in the present moment ALL are required…..it is not a small thing, love……it is our very nature and, the sooner we wake up to this reality, the better for all of us!

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  2. Well said singingbones and David Banner.
    Love is complicated, and simple, and it really is all we have…

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    • Thank you for your comments and for taking the time to read this post. Both of these writers have much depth and soulfulness in these pieces… I will post more poetry as I find it… SB

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  3. Thanks for reminding me of that poem! I haven’t turned to Piercy’s work in quite some time, and now I am primed to do some re-reading!

    “Live as if you liked yourself…” Not bad advice!

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    • You are welcome! The compilation I found it in, Cries of the Spirit, has many wonderful poems. I found it in a used book shop here in SW Wisconsin. I have always liked Marge Piercy too. SB

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