Greetings All,
Behold! The muses have spoken! It is time to vote on the poetry submissions for our most recent 2008 Poetry Contest to determine who will hold the title of Poet Laureate for the next six months or so. You each have 5 virtual sticky-dots to spend. You may place all dots on one poem, or some on each; you may vote for yourself or for another -- however you would like to spend them to mark your sense of which poems speak to you. Please send an email to me off-list: HYPERLINK "mailto:ka...@luminacoaching.com"ka...@luminacoaching.com by Friday, March 14th, to tell me how you have placed your virtual dots for each numbered poem. I will collect your messages this week, score over the weekend, and announce next week who we’ve chosen to be our next Poet Laureate (the author of the poem that received the most dots:-)). For those of you who may be new on the list, the OSLIST has a Poet Laureate who is awarded the title through a poetry contest held every six months or so (initiated by the current Poet Laureate—and usually graciously assisted by our Lisa Heft). The Poet Laureate holds space for poetry on the list by inviting, noticing, inspiring, offering poetry and hosting the next poetry contest… Just a reminder, this contest’s topic was: The personal, inner experience of Open Space—the open space within the unbounded expanse of heart and mind… And now, without further ado, the eight poems for your enjoyment and voting… #1 ODE TO MY BREATH HOURS SLIP BY DAYS RUN OFF YEARS PILE UP GOOD TIMES SAD TIMES MEMORABLE MOMENTS GLIMPSES OF BLISS ALL COME AND GO IN THEIR OWN RHYTHM WHAT WILL BE NEXT? YES, I KNOW WHAT'S NEXT WITH UNFAILING SURETY IT IS MY BREATH HERE IT COMES IN,HOLD, THEN OUT LET GO MAKE IT DEEP EMBRACE OT FULLY THEN LET IT FLY SOON THE CYCLE BEGINS AGAIN NEVER CEASING, ON AND ON UNTILL THE END OF MY TIME IN THIS SWIRLING UNIVERSE #2 the duck floats by nonchalantly oblivious to breaking the ripples in the water quack! #3 NO POEM NO POEM TODAY NOT MUCH TO SAY THOUGHTS COME AND GO IMAGES DRIFT FAST AND SLOW SADNESS CREEPS IN WORRIES LOOP AND SPIN TRY TO GET BACK TO HERE AND NOW LET THIS MOMENT SHOW ME HOW WASH AWAY FEARS AND PAIN CONFIDENCE COME UP AGAIN NOW I SEE A BUTTERFLY SPREADING WINGS, CIRCLING HIGH COURAGE SPREADS THROUGH ME LIKE LIGHT COME STAY WITH ME ALL DAY AND NIGHT #4 When my father died I grieved all year. But Michael Stipe was right that sweetness follows. When it's over, A cloud of feeling lingers, calls up memories, shows me the world with eyes more raw, more open to this stark, leafless maple growing in the sidewalk. And shows me to the work that's next to do. When it's over, We might start that lovely, awkward dance of hugs, and wait our turn to hug Ralph, and Chris, Karen, Joelle, and Lisa, everyone who won and wrote and read, and lay a wreath for Laurel on the earth. When it's over, we might stand in Harrison's circle with hands joined and faces outward, hearts burst open to the horizon and the mystery of walking toward it, alone and together, finding spaces snapping open like poppies. #5 Can we live in a larger world Than ever we have before? The world that we can think about Is puny by comparison To what can happen if we let it Thinking opens doors to only ordinary things Bumping's the trick of the nothing in between Where living lives & giving gives & Everything in nothing is What grows a larger living world #6 Open space is not empty Instead fertile fecund bumpy Inviting We go to it not empty but overflowing Seeking to give without control Willing to receive without expecting Expecting limits us & we are without limits To live in open space is to Invite —help —engagement —meeting Be invited —to help —to leave Be inviting Help before you're invited Let invitations come and go & not count the difference Live it before you know it Live it to know it Open space gently takes your hand Splash some on your face and body Listen—give voice—listen—live #7 I am a dreamer My dreams start a journey A road sparked by Spirit Spirit is the fuel that propels me Without it there is no forward motion No hope of betterment Space is the place dreams are born It is not sleep that produces them It is the open and clear field of possibility When I am in Open Space Spirit is always present Here the dream begins and so does my travel I travel in good company Keep your Spirit I am dreaming with you #8 breathing connecting opening breathing breathing witnessing inviting breathing breathing letting go co-creating breathing breathing naming emerging breathing _________________________ Happy voting:-), k Karen Sella Coaching: HYPERLINK "http://www.luminacoaching.com"www.luminacoaching.com Consulting: HYPERLINK "http://www.integralventures.com"www.integralventures.com Blog: HYPERLINK "http://www.lumina.typepad.com"www.lumina.typepad.com Phone: 1.206.780.2998 Skype: karensella lumina fr. 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