Category: awe

every day, something

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, body, Breath, children, Daily reminders, feelings, grief, heart, Love, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, pathless path, Poetry, prayer2 Comments

every day, something

I no longer choose
to watch news
but it oozes in
malignant
headline here
car radio there
snippets overheard
while waiting

Taiwan earthquake,
aid workers bombed
child migrant drowned
in the Rio Grande

the choice seems stark
do I stay open
to these assaults
or snap shut
in self-protection?
neither the solution

so I live with the grief
pray
drink the dark
into my heart’s kiln
transmute
grim to love
and float it out

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

tincture

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, communion, consciousness, Daily reminders, emotion, gratitude, grief, heart, light, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, pathless path, Poetry, Silence, simple pleasuresLeave a comment

tincture

Let me bathe my soul in colors; let me swallow the sunset
and drink the rainbow. —Khalil Gibran

when I can’t find
my footing
and my spirits are low
sunrise’s bloom
or sunset’s blaze
slides down my throat
the tincture of grandeur
buoying

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

every one of us

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn aging, Awakening, awe, chilla/test, Daily reminders, feelings, heart, loss, Love, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry2 Comments

every one of us

In my old age, I have come to realize that everybody
on the planet is recovering from something. —Jerry Stahl

the nature of living
for humans, at least
lessons and learning
to navigate

over the decades
gathered my tools
as I trekked
compass, sextant,
binoculars—
most crucial,
my heart’s barometer

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

surprise

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn awe, body, Daily reminders, emotion, gratitude, grief, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, prayer, sufferingLeave a comment

surprise

at the beginning
of the dry season
I wake to steady
rumbling on the roof

lulled, body softens
wants to sink back
into sleep
but Jazz is up
on her feet
cold nose nudging

before rising
I send prayers
for the war torn
and unhoused
how is it my sisters
my brothers
bed down in cold rain
and I have the gift
of husband, warm dog
and snug dwelling?
I am not better
not special
and so grateful

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

soak in spring

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, body, Daily reminders, feelings, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, simple pleasures, SurrenderLeave a comment

soak in spring

If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine. —Rainer Maria Rilke

some days, when the world
insists on otherwise,
I insist on seeing miracles
peer through day’s haze
note how dust motes
float in light,
our daytime stars

doves gather
ten, now twelve
feast on seed
below the feeder
while the bride of spring
jasmine’s spill,
spreads heady scent

short-sleeved,
sitting in sunshine
warm on winter skin
worry turns to wonder
I drink it in

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the call

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, body, communion, Daily reminders, gratitude, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, Poetry, prayer, wonder, writingLeave a comment

the call

I yield myself and am borrowed —D. H. Lawrence

this, the gift
to give over until
willingly taken
I wait

stars winking
plenitude inside
creation, a joining
thee and me
source and means
a seeming two yet
one in play

a labyrinth
this web of words
shivers rush
my back
the unknown calls

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

perplexed

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, Daily reminders, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from selfLeave a comment

perplexed

this worldly life
abuzz and busy
so puzzling
where’s the quiet?
instead of dominion
I need
listening, watching
for how we fit

the worm does its part
aerates soil
birds and squirrels
spread seeds—
greens feed animals
then their bodies
nourish ground
mutuality in cycle
dear me,
look around

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the age of loss

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, body, Daily reminders, death, feelings, grief, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from selfLeave a comment

the age of loss

every day a new reminder
an ache a twinge
minuscule shift,
but there—
harbinger
marking a different time
new signposts
come   grow   go

a friend reported
my brother died
I’m the last one standing
her gaze hummed grief
and comprehension

before, a distant veil
floating our way
now here
raw
obdurate
inevitable
the clouds pile
look—
how majestic they are

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.


lightkeeper

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, beauty, Breath, consciousness, Daily reminders, gratitude, grief, heart, light, Musings, nature, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, pathless path, Poetry, prayerLeave a comment

lightkeeper

to tend the flame
feed it twigs
then forage boughs,
my homage—
to kindle warmth
in my small sphere

sometimes it sputters
amidst hard rain
I shield it
with my hands
my heart   breathe
embers awake again
this, the work
it calls my name

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

seasons

On By Amrita Skye BlaineIn Awakening, awe, body, consciousness, Daily reminders, death, emotion, feelings, gratitude, grief, loss, Love, Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, notes from self, PoetryLeave a comment

seasons

growing body   gaining skill
first steps, attempts
putting it together
new loves
untried adventures

the middle span
assessments
reviews, confessions

now, taking away—
from friend, beloved
or myself
small or large
twitch, twang, or sorrow
every day a leaving
sobering,
this season of losses

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.