Poems from writing retreat

My Light:
You were my light
Shining in 5 directions,
Extending outward
All the time,
Engaged,
To life and friends, an open door
Where memories weaved
With tradition and form
And wine and wine, and wine
When did you curl up your dreams and your voice?
Like an old extension cord that no one needs
When did you put an arm chair in their place?
Where he now sits and reads at night
While you turn out most lights
Leaving an empty glass on the wooden floor.

Afterwards:
She was a good soul, a Nordic soul,
She arrived in this country on a cool April breeze
On the dawn of her saturn return,
Bringing little along except her inbred elegance and sadness.
And she came to love over 10,000 lakes and trees

But she was a salt water fish in a fresh water lake
A child of the North, she lived a life in the absence of her family and her country
In their place she forged different kinds of relationships
And an unceasing connection to the Divine Reality of the Human Being.

The life she came to live didn't last long; she lost her marriage, and her home and herself.
But weakened and betrayed she kept leafing through the book of her life.
And out of the hot smoldering ashes of her broken story arose new conditions
And a different kind of wisdom.

She found God and his beloved Son - the guru in her heart.
She surrendered her heritage but she never surrendered her children.

Armchair to a yoga block:
Who are you? Why are you here?
What architect do you claim to your name?
My wood was carved with skill and tradition,
You! What nameless country in the east spewed out your funny shape?
Do you really suppose that you can offer rest and introspection?
No, my little square, no human can sit comfortably on you
Indeed no dog, no cat, hah, not even a hat!
Useless for sitting and such is clearly what you are
Now, move away I implore you.
Lest I shall call you a foot rest!

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