how do I live?

how do I live?

Live with skillful nonchalance and ceaseless concern.
— Prajnaparamita Sutra

I awaken each morning
avoid the news
it ignites incessant concern
I’ll bear it later in the day

quiet, I sit with my latte
breathe
remind myself of the truth
we are one body perceived
as eight trillion things

the I that I am holds it all
and is also a mere pinprick
of light—oh, the mystery!

my assignment—
live with skillful nonchalance
to balance ceaseless concern
both are needed
both required

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

drink from the river

drink from the river

this river of light
pours
river of knowing
it pours in us
of
through
and around us

we’re made of this
that isn’t an it
prior to mind
outside
and inside space
outside
and inside time
this holds both

clear light
love
washes us clean
evermore
fresh as
now

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

fragrance II

fragrance II

first light alerts—
our part of earth
is waking up
moist, cool
earthworms
burrow, eat
and aerate
the soil
night’s mist
lies on the field
the sweet scent
of being here
refreshed
the squirrel
twitches
songbirds chirp
the land alive

she, too, comes
awake—whispers
a soft prayer
acknowledgment
and wish
that we soften,
listen, and care
for one another
the standing nations
need us
and we, them
they make our air
little creatures
pine for attention
as they plant
seed and acorn
we are more
intertwined
then we can
possibly know—
one fragrance

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

conduit of wonder

conduit of wonder

first light
creeps back
as our planet spins
it’s quiet out there
until the birds come
I hear twitters
and tweets
in the bushes
then they show
themselves, blinking
fast as though
rubbing their eyes
little red house sparrows
hummers greedy to
feed—eventually
a lament of doves
feast on seeds
dropped from the feeder
ten, fifteen
even more
busy on the ground
mostly safe
at our house
could be a hawk
or cat around
one predator
never here—
no guns now or ever
simply wonder
light
winged things
and luscious calm

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

what is

what is
note from self

in the quiet
of the morning
no souls awake
she sits in reverie
of what is—
single lamp
lights up the sink
desktop detritus, cups
and cast-off shoes
the bed’s atumble
the chair misplaced
and yet—
pure and clear
eternal and infinite
knowing shines

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

when in doubt

when in doubt
note from self

don’t wait for it
hoping the state of
the world will improve
likely it won’t
so choose joy now
pick joy each time
your heart drops
anger overwhelms
grief pierces
honor the hard stuff
that’s the first step
it deserves heeding—
turning away
isn’t the answer
no one said this
was light-hearted
banter, our world
oh, no
but you can choose
joy—the cast of light
how it gilds leaves
at dawn
birds come awake
singing the sun alive
the morn is fresh
it is new and it
longs for your joy

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

widen the lens

widen the lens
note from self

if it’s too hot to touch
if turmoil burns
lower the f/stop
open the aperture
and let in more light

as it floods your field
step back and breathe
see more
see wide
see deep

stars sprinkle there
billions abound
each one a galaxy
unknown and lucent
puts you in your place

here
present for now
dilemmas shrink down
light rises up
and more paths appear

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

her heart’s need

her heart’s need
note to self

her whole life she
had one singular
potent desire—
it flamed in her
she yearned to
understand
who we are and
what we are made of
prior to lightburst
and stardust

not prior as in
earlier
prior, behind—
not in time, but
in the eternal
before any thing
showed up, before
galaxies or planets—
just plain prior
my beloved words fail

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

weave words into light

weave words into light
note from self

this is her task
and her joy—
be still and weave
words into light

open a groove
wipe away
cobwebs, whisk
out the dust

tune the heart—
clearing is key
to weave light
into words

now, wait

urging won’t work
tempt them in
the merest hint
follow that trace

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.