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Willaq Uma

Angel and Elementals
Angel and Elementals

Willaq Uma– the fully integrated human being without neurotic tendencies and at one with the natural environment and spiritual worlds.

— The Road to Q’eros Messages from the Andes

 

Breath and tides.

Sunrise at Edisto Beach, SC (5.25.14)
Sunrise at Edisto Beach, SC (5.25.14)

Make your breath long and deep like the tides,*
a natural pause as the breath flows out,
a natural pause as you draw air in.
No thinking.
As the tide rolls in and out…
your breath in the rhythm of the sea,
the life force naturally surging within.

— Alberto Villoldo

* I would say, “Allow your breath to become long and deep like the tides.”

Unity with Mother Nature

 

Edisto Beach, SC, 5.26.14
Edisto Beach, SC, 5.26.14

This morning I awoke to the invitation to allow a scene from Mother Nature to be painted inside me. I discovered I needed to become liquid, like watercolor, for this to happen. There seemed to be a particular spot, or painting, wanting to paint itself within me. There was an accompanying scent, as of an essential oil. It seems that I am in a healing, mending, and awakening mode which requires me to enter a fluid state that is receptive to Nature’s bounty.

For some time I have felt that my goal is to paint myself and Nature into a seamless unity, so it is relieving to have this experience.

I heard the words, “It’s all inside. Own everything. Choose what you wish to have inside.”

“…I go to the woods alone.”

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.

by Mary Oliver, ‘How I go to the woods’

Infused by the land.

 

On the Lip of the Gorge-- HIghlands of the Big South Fork, TN, 5.10.14
On the Lip of the Gorge– HIghlands of the Big South Fork, TN, 5.10.14

This morning was the last morning at the lip of the gorge in Tennessee. The land is sandstone with little soil on top. As I meditated on the land, I “became” the sandstone. I felt myself being healed by it in my body and I entered a state of peace. Goodbye for now to this wild and wonderful place!

Only you.

There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

–Martha Graham

Sound advice for the journey.

START CLOSE IN

Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

Start with
the ground
you know,
the pale ground
beneath your feet,
your own
way to begin
the conversation.

Start with your own
question,
give up on other
people’s questions,
don’t let them
smother something
simple.

To hear
another’s voice,
follow
your own voice,
wait until
that voice
becomes an
intimate
private ear
that can
really listen
to another.

Start right now
take a small step
you can call your own
don’t follow
someone else’s
heroics, be humble
and focused,
start close in,
don’t mistake
that other
for your own.

Start close in,
don’t take
the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

START CLOSE IN
River Flow
New & Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press © David Whyte