not once

not once
note from self

not once
has she deserted
the nave within
that sacred space
where quiet rules—
oh yes, distracted
got lost in the dark
took an odd path
stumbled and fell
dusted herself off
refound her lodestar
set out again—but she
never abandoned the nave

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

you shattered her cage

you shattered her cage
note from self

hands together
she bowed in
a sign of respect—
you shattered
her cage, her terrain
of misunderstanding
with precise, spare
and elegant words
reoriented her to the
big field of knowing
she cannot unsee—
ruined, she smiles

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the light of pure knowing

the light of pure knowing
note from self

her heart is called
by the shoreless light
she can’t feel it
or touch it
or see it
but apprehends
it is prior to all she
can know—she
rests in aplomb
notices how light
underpins and supports—
solace in thick times and
her ground of being
she is made of this light
it pours through and
around her—
it does this for all

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

unspool yourself

unspool yourself
note to self

the world doesn’t care
it rolls on and on
and on and on
attend the gap and
the pause, affirm
what’s beneath, the
bedrock of knowing

cast the spindle
unspool yourself
watch the thread
unfurl on the path—
go wide, a geyser
of light—be brave
and shine large

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the warm pool

the warm pool
note to self

awareness allows and
welcomes, supports
and underpins—we
birth right out of it
and float in the
warmth of its pool

this that isn’t an it
that can’t be seen
or heard or tasted
or touched or
even spoken about
midwifes us—
we can deny or resist
defy or dispute
no matter—bucking
what’s true will only
prompt anguish
is that what you want?

sit by the pond
feel the breeze
dust your arms
admire the swans
how they guzzle
the water of life—
hear the crack
and the thwack as
beavers raise homes
watch otters cavort
and play on their backs
they do not bemoan
or complain

the invisible tug

the invisible tug
note to self

when you feel that pull
there’s nothing to do but
listen, tend it, and trust
it won’t let you go and
has its own gravity
best to follow the call

you have been tapped—
the task is to dig
be an inner archeologist
choose an ethereal brush
dust with delicate care

ground holds you up
air provides breath
water is required
a web of interbeing

not even that
keep looking
there’s no web
there is no “two”—only
consciousness shining
we’re made of it
shot through with it
and rest in it
but you can’t find it

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

heart of sunlight

heart of sunlight
note to self

stand in the brilliance
allow it
drink it in—
now leap out of your mind
let it do what minds do—
rattle on

drop behind or prior
soak in toasty warmth
your animal self
craves this—
simply be

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

it simply is

it simply is
note to self

this curious universe
seemingly boundless
birthing, erupting
decaying, rebirthing
or sucked into baffling
black holes
it all simply is—
time is meaningless
in this immensity
and we—
both a fleck
in this isness and
the isness itself—
not two

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

nothing personal

The pantoum is a poetic form originating in 15th century Malaysia. It’s a poem of any length composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The final stanza is often two lines from the first stanza.

nothing personal
note to self—a pantoum

wash yourself of yourself
there’s nothing personal here
we believe we’re rare, unique
but life is simply living itself

there’s nothing personal here
though we’re sure it’s so
but life is simply living itself
embodiment’s wild ride

though we’re sure it’s so
we’re caught in crazy mind
embodiment’s wild ride
life tests and teaches

we’re caught in crazy mind
thinking we’re special
life tests and teaches
sands and burnishes

we believe we’re rare, unique
wash yourself of yourself

thank you to Coleman Bark’s translation of Rumi
for the line “wash yourself of yourself” from the poem
“Be Melting Snow.”

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

fish learn from water

fish learn from water
note to self

fish learn from water
but don’t notice it’s there—
in the same way
you overlooked what
is most primary and
ordinary—the radiant
consciousness you
swim in—and yet
you learn from it
in all ways, always

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.