there is no leaving
the self-same sea
that pounds
through my veins.
although my mind
delights in carrying me off
like the spit of foam
on the tide.
.
and i ride waves
thinking i know
something,
blindly tumbling
in the chase
for fictious mermaids
beneath the surf.
.
a mouthful of dirt
and fire in my lungs,
i struggle
although i could place
my feet below
on the sand,
and stand,
and stand,
and fall,
and stand,
this commitment
to love the ride
and the woman
who beats the waves,
learning to stay
and stand,
and stay.
.
Photo:“The Bather” by Cynthia Decker, Feminine Power Art
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
This poem is written in response to my previous poem, Mislaid. I have not stepped out from behind the poetry in a while. Although I write about mindfulness and the spiritual, there is much that I do not know or have not experienced. The writing is a way for me to see as I struggle with egoism revealed in the grasping for knowledge. One of the most difficult things for me is to have patience to stay with Mystery. It is not a Mystery that lives in some vast otherly place in the clouds, but one that is intimate and internal and requires the deepest trust (which I am often short on) in every moment. By fearing to embrace it, I am running away from my self and in doing so, everyone else. I flicker between self and soul. So even though you “follow me”, don’t follow me. Make your own way with strength and integrity.
As the sun rises each morning, I write and watch the countries on the WordPress map light up. I wish to love you all. Stay strong. Stay true. I believe in you.
The movement is all here
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you
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Inspiring, Gianna!
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Beautiful in every way.
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It is a privilege when you do step out and write like this Maria. My country happily lights up in response to your words !
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Thank you. The poetry book will have writing like that in it. We all have our challenges. What country are you in?
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Lovely! Certainly adds a personal touch I for one would enjoy 😊
I’m in Canada! Are you south of the Border?
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In the US, Connecticut. Where in Canada?
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Well hello there CT! 😊 I’m in gorgeous Vancouver, BC 🇨🇦
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Oh! The other side of the continent! I have to get out that way sometime. Beautiful land.
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Well you definitely have a new friend to show you about when you do! 😊
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That would be really cool.
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Hooray!
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☺
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Your comment after your poem resonated at a deep level with as I sought to seek answers to why over Barb’s untimely death. I learned there are no answers to the why; the question, like the mystery, must be lived. The poet Rilke said it this way in a letter to a young poet, “Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet Thanks you for authenticity and post. Ray
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Ray, thank you for sharing all that. I am sorryabout your wife. The line, ” you could not live them” truly resonates. My whole life has been spent in some field of education, searching for answers. It’s amusing to think that they seeking always brings you to such a profound unknowing and unconditioning. It’s the desire for the spiritual, for love and to give love which is the most “real”. Again, thank you.
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A amazing poem and beauiful artwork. I love the sea. I suicide boarded three Winter storms on the Monterey coastline.
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Cool☺
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