A Practice- Love Everywhere

My teachers, Larry Ward and Peggy Rowe Ward, emphasize that if you’re given a practice or teaching you have to make it your own. When you work with it, embody it, you have your own insights and experiences that become your truest teachers. Larry says that every generation has to “reclaim the spiritual inheritance” of the generations that came before.

Loving is a practice. A deep practice. One that I come back to, recommit to, over and over again. Recently I wrote this song to help me practice embodying love. The words are simple and the rhythm is slow. As I sing it I focus my attention on all the ways the words are meaningful to my life and experience out in the world. I sing and I see. I sing and I feel. I sing and I become what I’m singing. The song, sung, becomes a healing, a prayer, an aspiration. a commitment, and a lived experience simultaneously.

Music is the most deeply transformational tool in my toolkit.

Maybe you’d like to try it. Or maybe you’ll make your own.

Here are the words:

I see love. I see it everywhere, through the pain.

I see love, I see it everywhere, through the pain.

I see love, I see it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I see love. I see it everywhere, through the pain.

I hear love. I hear it everywhere, through the hurt.

I hear love. I hear it everywhere, through the hurt.

I hear love. I hear it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I hear love. I hear it everywhere, through the hurt.

I smell love. I smell it everywhere, through the greed.

I smell love. I smell it everywhere, through the greed.

I smell love. I smell it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I smell love, I smell it everywhere, through the greed.

I taste love. I taste it everywhere. Through the poison.

I taste love. I taste it everywhere. Through the poison.

I taste love. I taste it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I taste love. I taste it everywhere, through the poison.

I touch love. I touch it everywhere. Through the violence.

I touch love. I touch it everywhere. Through the violence.

I touch love. I touch it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I touch love. I touch it everywhere, through the violence.

I am love. I am it everywhere. Through the fear.

I am love. I am it everywhere. Through the fear.

I am love. I am it everywhere

Even places where I’m scared.

I am love. I am it everywhere, through the fear.

An Ocean A Mountain

An ocean of grief

For All beings.

Too deep to reach the bottom.

A mountain of sorrow.

Too tall to climb atop.

Each day an exhausting journey.

Maybe I should stop seeking a destination?

An endpoint.

And instead,

Live.

Swim.

Walk.

Wade.

Meander.

Without hope or anticipation

of touching bottom, or reaching top.

Without seeking beginning nor end.

Without passing through

in the hopes of getting to the other side.

Maybe it’s never over.

But the joy is deep and infinite too.

And the ocean is also it.

And the rocks as well.

And so I climb.

Dive.

Sit.

Float.

Without Reservation.

Amen.

Art is Healing- a Haiku Poem in 8 Chapters

Part 1

Chapter 1  - The Artist Creates

Art tenderizes.

The artist takes notice of

matters of the heart.

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Life explodes everywhere.

The power of each moment

No longer mundane.

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An artist reveals

the treasures. Touches deeply

what's closed off inside.

 

Chapter 2- Power Seekers Take

Our minds colonized:

Art now for professionals

Noticing, a luxury.

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Art is for everyone

Noticing, a birthright

Picked from our pocket.

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Space to appreciate

Wonder, marvel, and delight

in everyday's pleasure.

 

Chapter 3-  Distanced From Ourselves 

Instead we grind on.

Hoping to relax later.

Consume instead of create.

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Don't share collectively.

Don't know your joy and power.

Leave it to the pros.

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Art becomes a job.

The masses stay consumers

distanced from our hearts.

 

Part 2

Chapter 4-  Distanced From Eachother

Only a brave few.

Now dependent on patrons

We are separated.

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We judge and critique.

Consume instead of create.

Forget how to play.

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Maybe artist gets caught

in the web of survival.

Art becomes the grind.

 

Chapter 5- Homecoming Becomes The Path

Oh! The sad heartbreak

of the artist who must choose.

No longer a passion.

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Some find a way through.

Energy spent to return home.

The journey is rough.

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We watch from a distance.

The numb love a good drama.

We consume the tragedy.

 

Chapter 6- We Must Reconnect

Everything you seek

is right there inside of you.

Look in to break out.

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So much life in there.

Waiting to be discovered.

Now reconnected.

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Time slows and expands.

A feast of sensation here.

No longer starving.

 

Chapter 7- A Balm to Heal Wounds

Slowed down you notice.

Take time to look around you.

Feel the joy and pain.

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Share vulnerably.

Inhale. Exhale. Express.

Celebrate together.

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Art, art is healing.

As powerful as the doctor

Your own medicine.

 

Chapter 8- Community Expression

Art is for everyone.

You don't have to be good enough.

Reclaim your own health.

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Share in community.

Treasure being together.

In joy and in pain.

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Reclaim collective power 

Decolonize yourself.

Slow down and be healed.

 

Epilogue - As One We Are Free