What is Vitality..?

What is Vitality..?

Asking myself this question

on a sunny morning..

the word seemed common

in separate readings..

a subtle awareness

enfolds mind and body..

awareness which visits

places pleasant and strange

strange even threatening..

but awareness asserts:

visiting the strange

stimulates my being

meets my need..

and here comes a squirrel

tail twitching

teeth quick in sitting

and eating..

Vitality exclaiming again..!

awareness investigates

awareness investigates

awareness as our oneness

as energetic substance

surrounds and penetrates

really all in all..

yet we are here

 my table

my pen

my paper

my poem

my self..

and what is awareness

doing this morning..?

investigating what it 

makes of itself:

table

pen

paper

poem

self...

at sunset

at sunset

a lowering bright sun

seeks dark forms for

splashing its light..

OR

day's end bright sunlight 

exploring and discovering

finding its rays

in many dark forms

made of light...

Evolution...

The Blue Heron

The Blue Heron

my Friend follows 

her own Friend

her blue heron

in these weeks

since spring began..

yet on this morning

of sun and warm

her bird of longing

expressed dismay of

a closer encounter..

flapping wings and

croaking voice spoke of

dismissal and rejection..

yet my dear Friend

teaches us all

that deep rejection

names pure grace...

Visions of New Being (Amazon Review)

Amazon Review of:

Visions of New Being

Meditations and Poems

by

Robin Izer

This is a revelatory and potentially revolutionary book of meditation and poetry..!

The book is essentially a guide, which gently, and sometimes not so gently, assists a reader's awakening to their own inner consciousness or awareness..a crucially necessary evolutionary discovery for persons living in our world today.  Robin Izer, in the powerful brevity of her poetry, shares her "Visions.." of who and what we might (must) become (really already are) as awakened spiritual citizens of the world.  She organizes her words into four sections (gateways actually) as entry points for enlightening our lives. These are:  Seeing,  Practice, Loving, and Earth. The four sections both stand alone and are holographically linked.  All of her poems are intimately experiential for her, connecting her (and our) vision and practice, insight and grounding.  And there are awakening shocks:

DEATH

The last person
I touched 
before I died
was my killer--
the knife
ripped my flesh
exploded
my heart--
my eyes pierced his
and with
soft utter surprise
I whispered
I love you
then effortlessly 
fell into his arms.

A most unusual and transformative book..easily a Five-Star recommendation..!!

Still point

Still point

considering our outward flows

these creations of beauty and

the hiding of truth through

sharp turns and cunning separation

claiming attention and fear until

arriving at a point of desperation..

we hear from someone somewhere

of our need to reverse and return

we are shown the power of surrender

and find the joy of converging upon

our Still point... 

Base security

Base security

feelings of cleanliness and discipline

imposed and this morning appreciated..

with my return and memories arising

these impositions on freedom
ingredients of order
through warnings and cautions

seemed as doses of curative 
to pains of excesses

readily re-appearing

 when departing

base security...

(Visit to a military installation

and remembering experiences

and assumptions...)

At home

At home

Waking

as we join

those right now

in their comfort..

and others seeking

the comfort which

is seeking them..

also those who

as comfort unsettles

go seeking outward..

this is creation

with birthing pain

but enfolded still..

As we pause

knowing once more

in new waking

that we are

still at home...

Not a dream this time

Not a dream this time

One of those nights

a context well known

but places seem misplaced

and then a question arose:

this seems a dream and

a wish expressed of a

dream indeed..

But reality seemed such

to then conclude:

Not a dream this time..

so now in daytime

might we wake

from a dream

indeed...?

Chaos

Chaos

is our not-knowing

many have said..

the random unpredictable

of every-thing out there..

Yet in the chaos

similarities gently assert

and these suggest

an order and unity

somewhere and sometime

or perhaps better

no-where and no-time

from which spring the

plethora and strangeness

all those differences

of 10,000 things..

Our discovery arrives

in new understanding

of deepened union:

similarity and difference

attraction and strangeness

order and Chaos...

Play happy

Play happy

and see what happens

Johnny Miller's golf advice

which he learned from mentor

Peter Jacobson years ago..

this snippet on the airwaves

is a push to Awareness as

the happiness sought by all..

then the outer flow becomes

made of happiness issuing 

from Awareness to the

ball on the tee or to

the dishes awaiting...

You are that

You are that

These three words are in waiting

for all to realize one day

and then it will astonish so many

 this truth has been hidden so long..

the realizing may sense that the

modern tools of spirit and science

assist those who find that these are

new ways to reach real Reality..

others will note that the new tools

are simply new names of ways

which have been in use since

far away ancient of days...

The Gateway

The Gateway

Our perceptions

are found guarding our gateway

 to Oneness to Awareness and to Joy..

the ages have presented a gateway test:

sensations and thoughts are disguises

seeming to declare independence for

all appearing out there..

common sense rushes past the

gateway and fails the test..

yet fortunate are we with teachers

ancient and new to caution silence

then to return us to the gateway which

we had so quickly rushed through..

with only this pause our Oneness

restored and with Joy we know

 and say:  I am Aware...

the writing path

the writing path

how does this path lead to Awareness

of an experience more full-filling..

words circumscribe an expansive pen

most fall short of enriching expression..

and we note the crippling duality of

our subject and object worded universe..

yet we do not concede and keep writing

now aware of the page blankness which

surrounds and we imagine penetrates

our word limitations and brings forth

a cloud opposition which tolerates and

injects each word with thunder and light..

and then standing back in surprise

we find that those words just now written

have become a teacher and unintended

meaning somehow emerges and shines...

rumi and hopkins and rilke

SRETCH...Cosmic Christ

June 9th, 2014

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

mevlana jelaluddin rumi 

 In a flash, at a trumpet crash,

I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and

This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,

                Is immortal diamond.

gerard manley hopkins


The Departure of the Prodigal Son

To go forth now
from all the entanglement
that is ours and yet not ours,
that, like the water in an old well,
reflects us in fragments, distorts what we are.

From all that clings 
like burrs and brambles--
to go forth
and see for once, close up, afresh,
what we had ceased to see--
so familiar it had become.
To glimpse how vast and how impersonal
is the suffering that filled your childhood.

Yes, to go forth, 
hand pulling away from hand.
Go forth to what? To uncertainty,
to a country with no connections to us
and indifferent to the dramas of our life.

What drives you to go forth? 
Impatience, instinct, a dark need, 
the incapacity to understand.

To bow to all this.
To let go--
even if you have to die alone.


Is this the start of a new life?

rainer maria rilke

Desires

Desires

for new things fulfilled

brings bursts of happiness..

then to another and

one more burst..

new seeking with

glimpses fading hidden

by new desire rising..

at last on one day

an amazing jolt

knowing now the search

may finally subside

and astoundingly this:

happiness knows the

 seeker is the sought...

Questions

Questions

Power is leftward

about being correct

about the facts..

often we're told

your opinions yes

but not your own facts..

this leftward power

holding sway with

an occasional reminder:

facts now are

in great abundance

they are ephemeral

and often illusion..

flaws abound in

fact supported life

living off-of-center..

the clamor is calmed

with Questions arising

absorbing all facts

and remaining as

Questions...

Christ Consciousness (STRETCH)

STRETCH..!

Christ Consciousness
(Film and Discussion)

June 9th, 2014, 4:00 to 6:00 PM

MacKenzie Place
(no cost)

Colorado Springs, Colorado

(corner of Fillmore and Union)

The film will feature authors Marianne Williamson, Barbara Marx Hubbard, and Andrew Harvey, plus Dr. Gladys McGarey, the mother of wholistic medicine, who join Spiritual Cinema director Kell Kearns. The discussion will address the relationship of Christ consciousness to the universal evolution of human consciousness, and to the meanings of  Christ consciousness, both inside and outside of religion.  
Previous Stretch programs have important correspondences with this one..

Facilitator:  Charlie Coon
(charlesrcoon@hotmail.com)

Remembering

Remembering

awakening is our chore

after a birth those years ago

 of sleep and forgetting..

in our many deaths before death

those many unpleasant rehearsals

the waking work need be done..

waking and remembering

walking away from

our birth and veils...

based on Wordsworth Ode

below...