In the Center of My Ribs…

Hiro Boga | May 30th, 2010

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 5

In the center of my ribs, a silver salmon
leaps

In the center of my ribs, a rock of granite
from earth to heaven

In the shelter of an oak a red-winged
blackbird
nests

In a viridian
pond, mallards teach
their ducklings to swim

In the center of my ribs, an infant
breathes

an angel
with hair of green willow
in the center of my ribs

…………………………………………………..

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5 Responses to “In the Center of My Ribs…”

  1. Krista Arias (@) says:
    May 30, 2010 at 2:57 pm

    windowsill remnants of love…
    candle stubs.
    leaving traces.
    the trail back home.
    receipts from our first date…
    accidental mudras.
    chewed cheese at the baby’s side of the table.
    after dark.
    picking up toys a genuflection…
    restoring the order…
    of my longing.

  2. Miriam Dyak (@) says:
    May 30, 2010 at 7:54 pm

    I CAN’T HOLD MYSELF

    I can’t hold myself together any more
    The shoulders rebel against the neck
    which in turn is locked in a long labor dispute with the jaw

    Compromise isn’t possible
    It’s too late for that too old
    Now parts of me that I always counted on are leaving
    the legs are leaving to become rivers
    the toes smooth boulders reveling in glacial water massage
    toes that are dancing to rock music to earth tremors

    Hips arms big sections of back
    splitting open and apart in an avalanche of dissolution
    I think I see animals maybe bears maybe snakes
    in the undergrowth
    Then there are trees and hollows carved by time
    And also the opposite of these inner places big hills
    sharp cliffs
    Something rising up and out of whatever I once thought I was
    a breath that opens me says:
    any time you’re ready you can dance
    any time you’re ready you can ring like a wild bell
    any time you’re ready you can be born

    A voice beyond what I have known sings out to me now:
    “Any time you want you can let yourself pour out with the tide and the rhythm of a Life bigger than your life,
    a container that encompasses without holding,
    a spirit that is light beyond seeing
    will bring you back.”

    © Miriam Dyak

  3. Hiro Boga (@) says:
    June 5, 2010 at 10:27 am

    Oh, Miriam, this took my breath away:

    “Something rising up and out of whatever I once thought I was
    a breath that opens me says:
    any time you’re ready you can dance
    any time you’re ready you can ring like a wild bell
    any time you’re ready you can be born.”

    Thank you for sharing your gorgeous poem. I’m moved beyond words.

    Love, Hiro

  4. Miriam Dyak (@) says:
    June 5, 2010 at 10:54 pm

    Hiro,

    Delighted that you caught the energy coming back to your wonderful poem where it started. We should play “catch” more often!

    Miriam