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Morning Dance

Dunya — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 16:10:55 +0000

In the land of false flowers, there is a mirror.
Stop gaping there.

Turns your eyes in,
where Gaze has heat running under the skin,
and marbles of pulses roll
along the canals between the eyeballs and toes.

Sensation is the first way of Knowing who we are.
This Dance is not what you think.
This Dance is what you don’t think.

We are incarnated, blood everywhere,
in and out.

Don’t turn from these flowers,
these carnations.
On Earth, hearts forever pray such blooms,
gratitude for what’s Real.

Turning the Year

Dunya — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 19:52:59 +0000

In the year’s turning, I dance my way back into the many strands of Truth that escape my tight self.
My hair falls free. Truth.
Into my heart comes a gush of clean Truth, a flame, a song, a wind, and I can move (and we can all move) beyond my “I”, my “my”.

All times melt into Present.
This gift, this Present, doesn’t erase other times; she is All Time.
Large. Full. Beyond thought.

This Present is Truth on our whirling Earth. When are we ever not turning?

Poem from Urvashi

Dunya — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:59:26 +0000

Here is a beautiful poem from Dancemeditator, poet, and neuroscientist, Urvashi Dunyati-Long. It caught my heart as I’d just been thinking, right before she emailed it to me, about trying not to control, and of release, of receiving.

Along About Reality
(for everyone â€“ and you know who you are!)

So, I’m listening to a 40 year old sonic reality
–the Beatles to be exact. So many people and things
have left their trace
between my neurons,
deep in the synaptic pathways that have become

who I am. 40 years ago I sat on a swing
in Germany
singing Help, Ticket to Ride,
All You Need is Love. My parents and brother
were alive. All was not well with the world.
The Vietnam war bled away the lives of a generation
but we had hope, we wanted to

give peace a chance. We wanted to believe
Love was all we needed. Well,
we need food too, don’t we, and water,
fresh air, people we love, a world to stand on
that we don’t shake, rattle and roll
with our hate. Today I study neuroscience,
try to understand how reality is created in us
by DNA, culture, all the things pressing into
the wet clay of our minds
that presses back, shapes as much as it is shaped. Yeah,

Life is the miracle we have been waiting for,
this messy tangling up
of everything into

the only thing that matters
within which we could find
everything we think it is we want, if only we could just

stand back
and let it happen.