Meditations From the Center: 1

Hiro Boga | May 2nd, 2010

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 1

In the center of my heart, a sun
in whose warmth
apple trees blossom

In the center of my heart, a chamber
through which the mistrals of heaven blow

In the center of my heart
songbirds till a garden

In the center of my heart, a round
window through which a meadowlark
flies out

In the center of my heart a living
pearl illumines the stars

In the center of my heart emerald mountains
ring a sapphire lake

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As always, I’d love to hear your own poems, meditations, and ways of connecting with the Sacred in the Comments. Let’s celebrate the braided voices of poetry and the human spirit together.

Category: Poetry  

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4 Responses to “Meditations From the Center: 1”

  1. Julie says:
    May 2, 2010 at 7:39 am

    Hiro,

    This poem is exquisite in its tenderness, the feeling for me of the center of the heart…exquisite tenderness.

    Here is one of mine. Thank you for the invitation to share it, here, with you.

    On The Edge Of Wholeness

    Standing on the threshold of the one true moment of existence
    I know myself as both blossom and the urge to bloom.
    Every ounce of my journey has been to unfold
    To follow the blueprint of this flower
    From young rosy bud to powerfully stretched petals
    From nubile possibility to the height of complete engagement.

    As my petals open to the arc of full bloom
    my arms stretch open wide and vulnerable
    my chest aches with joy and
    I am completely available to Life.

    It is in this moment of complete openness
    I know that I have loved to wholeness
    Every ounce of who I am
    Even those parts that once felt impossible to love.

    Somewhere deep in the recesses of Being
    I realize the natural path of this process and
    begin to feel the life force that has propelled
    my unfolding welcoming me home.

    I know there is this one moment
    When my petals are at the height of ripeness
    The height of the arc of fullness
    just before I turn to the face of release
    This moment happens many, many times
    And at the same time is a singular moment in my life

    I can now see that petals falling is also an act of grace
    For as I stand on this threshold of change
    I realize it is only by being courageous enough to open
    That I have come to know what I truly am

    The sunlight and soil of grace have held my becoming all along
    my urge to bloom was always at the heart of who and what I am
    This urge to blossom is also my urge to return
    To the one constant in all of Life, the very nature of all that is.

    ~ Julie Daley
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  2. Hilary (@) says:
    May 2, 2010 at 8:52 am

    Dear Hiro,

    Beautiful – thank you.

    I think perhaps you’re writing the same poem that was getting itself written some 3,000 years ago, when someone said,
    ‘Calling crane in the shadows,
    Her young respond in harmony.
    I have a good wine vessel,
    I will share with you, pouring it all out.’
    – for the second line – the one at the lake-surface and the heart-surface – of Hexagram 61, Inner Truth, the one with its inner centre open and resonating.

  3. Jennifer Louden (@) says:
    May 3, 2010 at 8:05 am

    my poem this morning is the lilac bush in the sun and my heart’s desire to not miss a moment of its unfolding
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