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Where are those qualities of bravery and sharp compassion in this group?

There’s courage involved if you want
to become truth. There is a broken-

open place in a lover. Where are
those qualities of bravery and sharp

compassion in this group? What’s the
use of old and frozen thought? I want

a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change. Lukewarm

won’t do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here.

Rumi

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Many thanks.

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Is the universe capable of having your city at its center?

View from the Rockfeller Center - Top of the rock - 51 by caccamo via FlickrStanding where you are – what do you see?

Psychologists angst quite a bit  over whether there is an essential us  or whether we are creature of circumsances.

Of course we are both and neither.

Without a deep respect for the place where we find ourselves, how can we see the world?  Irish Yorkshireman poet David Whyte calls the place we stand “hallowed ground”.

Birmingham poet, Roy Fisher is functional as  any Brummy should be.

 

The universe, we define

As a place capable of having

A place like this for its centre.

 

There’s no shame/ in letting the world pivot

On your own patch.  That’s all a centre is for.  (p.13).

Roy Fisher

 

( I must buy his book but I haven’t discovered the title yet.)

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Our lives but a poetry of place?

Birmingham Central Mosque by george daley via flickr“Birmingham’s what I think with.  It’s not made for that sort of job, but it’s what they gave me.”
Roy Fisher

    Is it true that thinking about the objects around us helps us see opportunity and choice?

    Are our lives poetry of ‘our place’?  Even if we not conciously writing its poems?

    • What thoughts did I have today because of my surroundings?
    • Did I even notice my surroundings?

    Would I think differently if I rearranged my surroundings and made them more attention?

    Would I enjoy thinking that way?

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    Are you grasping for the moon in the water?

    die Nacht des Werwolfs by itta mar via FlickrWhat is the moon in the water for you?

    My profession is riddled with questions that were once as compelling as the moon in the water.

    • Leaders are born
    • Leaders are made
    • Intelligence comes in bigger and smaller packages.

    It took us some time to realise that what we wanted so badly wasn’t unattainable – it was an illusion.

    It’s not so bad, though, to lie back on the grass and look at the moon overhead, is it?

    We’ve just got to let go and let the universe whisper its secrets to us.

     

    I watch the people in the world

    I watch people in the world
    Throw away their lives lusting after things,
    Never able to satisfy their desires,
    Falling into deeper despair
    And torturing themselves.
    Even if they get what they want
    How long will they be able to enjoy it?
    For one heavenly pleasure
    They suffer ten torments of hell,
    Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone.
    Such people are like monkeys
    Frantically grasping for the moon in the water
    And then falling into a whirlpool.
    How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer.
    Despite myself, I fret over them all night
    And cannot staunch my flow of tears.

     

    Taigu Ryokan (1758-1831)

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    Poetry of the Week: Robin Yassin-Kassab

    growlights at work by MissMessie via Flickr“Are you are going to respond warmly to the universe, or not?”

     

    the road from DAMASCUS

    “Everyone is warm to something, their team or teddy bear or pint glass.” (p. 97)

    “But you could feel warmly towards not just one piece, not only sentimentally and a little sarcastically, but towards all of it, towards all reality.” (p. 97)

    Robin Yassin-Kassab

     

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    The psychological significance of the poetry by William Carlos Williams

    The Red Wheel Barrow

    so much depends
    upon
    a red wheel
    barrow
    glazed with rain
    water
    beside the white
    chickens.

    William Carlos Williams

    William Carlos William

    I discovered William Carlos Williams poetry through his poem This is Just to Say, his magnificent poem about eating undeserved plums from the refrigerator.  We use This is Just to Say to illustrate savoring and mindfulness, two key ideas in the blossoming positive psychology.

    Celebrating the world as it is through American rhythms of speech

    I understand The Red Wheel Barrow is even more popular and represents William Carlos Williams’ belief that poetry should portray the essence and meaning of familiar life in simple language using the rhythms of American speech.  Someone has helpfully provided a chart to help us read the poem on Wikipedia.

    Mindfulness and Happiness

    “to draw his themes from what he called “the local.”

    “try to see the world as it is”

    Isn’t that what we call mindfulness today?

    It’s interesting that he had worked out this philosophy before World War II.

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    Serene or frazzled?

    Yellow and red orchids - Bai Orchid Farm by avlxyz via FlickrThe Aliens

    Charles Bukowski

    you may not believe it
    but there are people
    who go through life with
    very little
    friction or
    distress.
    they dress well, eat
    well, sleep well.
    they are contented with
    their family
    life.
    they have moments of
    grief
    but all in all
    they are undisturbed
    and often feel
    very good.
    and when they die
    it is an easy
    death, usually in their
    sleep.

    you may not believe
    it
    but such people do
    exist.

    but I am not one of
    them.
    oh no, I am not one
    of them,
    I am not even near
    to being
    one of
    them

    but they are
    there

    and I am
    here

    I imagine its good to know whether you start from a place of serene calm or constant agitation.

    Then the challenges are the same?

    To be vital.  To live at our frontiers?  To have faith in our temperament?

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    Legitimate anger

    O OUTRO LADO DO MEDO É A LIBERDADE (The Other Side of the Fear is the Freedom) by jonycunha via FlickrI don’t like anger.  I don’t trust it.

    I don’t like anger. I don’t trust it.  We just become one track-minded and lose perspective.

    Eduardo Galeano expresses the anger many of us feel

    But sometimes we do need to sink into an emotion.  I re-read Galeano’s words on the hegemony of unfairness and I re-read them aloud.  These are hard words to be read aloud to hear their flint-sharp steel-hard tones.

    Reading negative poetry aloud at home is safe . . . and cathartic

    I felt better.  I did.

    It doesn’t harm that below those words I had also recorded a positive way forward.  But it helped to hear words that confirmed that I am not the only person in the world so heartily tired of having to pretend that the unfairness we see every day is not there.

    Maybe one day I will read those words aloud in public

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    Be a connoisseur and taste with caution

    Camel by Angeloux via Flickr
    Camel by Angeloux via Flickr

    The Many Wines

    Rumi

    God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
    drinking it, we leave the two worlds.

    God has put into the form of hashish a power
    to deliver the taster from self-consciousness.

    God has made sleep so
    that it erases every thought.

    God made Majnun love Layla so much that
    just her dog would cause confusion in him.

    There are thousands of wines
    that can take over our minds.

    Don’t think all ecstacies
    are the same!

    Jesus was lost in his love for God.
    His donkey was drunk with barley.

    Drink from the presence of saints,
    not from those other jars.

    Every object, every being,
    is a jar full of delight.

    Be a conoisseur,
    and taste with caution.

    Any wine will get you high.
    Judge like a king, and choose the purest,

    the ones unadulterated with fear,
    or some urgency about “what’s needed.”

    Drink the wine that moves you
    as a camel moves when it’s been untied,

    and is just ambling about.

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