It’s a new moon …the perfect time to reflect and make anew intentions for this next month, the last of my leave from work. That in itself has been enough to have me catch my breath, and feel the squeeze of my diaphragm. As I change over the calendar in anticipation and preparation, to the right I see a poem I copied one day at work, years ago, early in my career.
“Your Right Mind” was written by Marilyn Ferguson, author of that brilliant foretelling of these times, The Aquarian Conspiracy, and founder of the Brain-Mind Bulletin, a monthly cutting-edge compilation blending of science and spirit. I’ve carried that original copy from desk to desk to desk, taped together with a note I received in my very first professional job, hand-written by my friend, Ian, reminding me, “The world is absolutely perfect, including your dissatisfaction with it and your efforts to change in.” Later, another piece of taped wisdom from Ashleigh Brilliant, “Life is not a problem…Life is the closest God has come to a solution.” And beside it, an old Bizarro cartoon by Dan Piraro, showing God and a housecleaner standing together in the galaxy, her feather duster poised over Earth, He saying,”…Oh don’t touch that one, I’m trying to teach them something about responsibility.”
This curious collection, faded with time, its corners “holy” and weakened from years of tacking, moves me early this new moon morning.
YOUR RIGHT MIND
To feed your right mind:
Douse the lights, douse even the candle
Speak to her gently; she’s been shunned
so long, she runs away.
Suggest, don’t expect
Let being fill up the space
So that what you’re doing
Let the message emerge
from the sea of understanding
like a mermaid singing her seduction.
Think fishes, flying through dark waters.
Think night, moonlit seas, and
no moonlight at all.
Think water. Think depths, dampness.
Think subtle. Think subtler.
Your wise-dame, your wisdom,
is an archivist. She knows what happened.
She isn’t afraid, she’s been here before.
Another kind of clarity, silvery, not stark,
Your wise-dame is your oldest ally,
Without her you are less than half yourself;
with her you are whole and ready.
Like a dolphin she is beside you
when you are goalless
and seeking only to satisfy your higher yearning.
Be attracted, addicted to life
and life’s deeper demands.
Love, don’t curse, the blind alleys
the red lights, and lost luggage.
Without guessing there’s no game.
Not “no pain no gain”
but “no love no gain.”
your wise dame
The sage speaks in patterns and pictures,
a scatter tongue. Catch as you can
her butterfly dust
But if you treasure her treasures
For eons she has been wooed in the dark
and spurned in the sun.
If she was with you then
she’s with you now.
and then, of course,