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I am sharing my enjoyment this morning of two more perspectives  on God, boats and laughter written in the poetry of Hafiz.

“Two Giant Fat People
By Hafiz

God and I have become like two giant fat people living in a tiny boat;

we keep bumping into each other and

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“Barely One You Wish To Harm
by Hafiz

There are only so many people you can carry in your small boat before their weight sinks you.

A hundred you can carry whom you love. But barely one you wish to harm.”

 

Poetry from:  A Year With Hafiz Daily Contemplations by Daniel Ladinsky

Photography by Rebecca Emmons Lambert

 

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Butterfly Prayer
Susan Heffron Hajec

In a star-filled Jamaican sky
Souljourner’s voice
sends out a Divine Spark
of love and gentleness
across the calm waters.

A living prayer of protection
and passion transforms
the holy monk’s confined walls
to golden vibrations
of worldwide peace.

They seek
the cry of the wolf
and soothe the ancestor’s
pleas of long ago.

 

 

SoulCollage(R) by Susan Heffron Hajec

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Harvest Moon Rising
Susan Heffron Hajec

A shimmering moon came down
from the sky
and touched her soft earth
in the Wildwood.

“Will you take a ride with me?”
asked the moon, gentle and soft.
Intrigued by this lunar visit, she sat herself
in the welcoming center womb
of the moon and it rose
once again into the high reaches
of the swirling color creations
of her moon-lit sky with no ceiling.

“Where are we going?” she inquired
as stars, like lightening bugs, flicked
all around her.
“To your harvest,” replied the November moon
as the horizon widened below her.

She looked down and she saw millions
of seeds of her love, planted over the varied
seasons of her life span.
They had fallen deep into the soil, seeking
both the heat of the earth’s center
and the touch of the sun above.

And risen to the surface were bountiful fruits,
many of which were random and scattered —
unplanned, spontaneous seedlings —
some, such a simple seed as to have been
forgotten by her.

Now, they spread across the Wildwood,
seeping out into the wider world and
enriching and abundant for all that they touched.
She, the author of kindness and creation,
relaxed by the kaleidoscope of color-filled purpose,
breathed into the movement of Harvest Moon
and now, opened even more
to the discovery found in journey.

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Dipping again into my journals again. This one from 1997

Lists

I Am a friend.
I Am a wondrous woman.
I Am Truth Seeker.
I Am Peacemaker.
I Am Love Giver.
I Am writer.
I Am traveler.
I Am teacher.
I Am Spirit-guided.

I am not possessive.
I am not a secretary.
I am not angry with my brother.
I am not a social butterfly.
I am not a step-daughter.
I am a daughter.

I would like to be an author
with a published book.
I would like to be a person
with a healthy heart and managed weight.
I would like to be someone
who travels around much of the world
with my beloved Tom.

I seek and I learn.
I smile and I listen.
I see light in my elders’ eyes.
I write and people respond.
I laugh in joy and I cry in sorrow.
I pray and receive healing for myself and others.
I take care of me and I am provided for.

I am One with others.
I am happy and I connect with other people.
I know there is Divinity in all.
And knowing that
makes my world
a very good place to be.

 

Aug. 28, 1997   (From Skidmore IWWG summer Writing Conference
Parting is such sweet sorrow, and we’ve done it many times.

Upon leaving this house…..

I take with me
the deep green freshness of the towering pines
the open window to the stars exclaiming
their wonder in the cool black skies
the sweet melodious songs of the birds
perched amid the pine branches
the landscaped blessed with the deep pine green
on a blanket of freshly new-fallen glistening white snow.
I take with me the hallway-formed pine trail
that my collie Bleu and I walked together
on sunny, crisp colorful days, or with raindrops
protected from reaching us under the protective
arch of the pine trees
much like a chapel visit by an aging dog and his human.
I leave him buried here among the pines where
his spirit runs free.
Beloved dog, wondrous woman graced by his being,
precious, furry, friendly  gift in my life.

 

 

 

 

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Secret Things (from Day 17 – Archetypes of the Creative)
by Susan Heffron Hajec

She holds secret things
holy and alone.
Things of long ago
as she creates anew
on each new sunrise blessing
of a life gifted to her.
Human, yet divine
are the connections she feels.
Lost and found in her
own tiny soul.

Sacred things held dear,
held precious
within a silent yearning….
for what
…for what?

Secret yearnings
in grace-filled moments
nearing expression
coming oh so close.
coaxes heart to open wider
breathe deeper.

Those secret things
bubble to the surface
and she is with them
in the sun’s light and warmth
briefly —
then they disappear to the depths
once more
to be awakened again
…when enough love is present.

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Lucretia’s Poem
                     Susan Heffron Hajec

She is the one.

She is one who has traveled
to be with friend.

She is one who opens
to grace in the day.

She is one who lives the grief
of her earthly loss of her love partner
who has traveled on.

She is the one.

She is one whose curiosity awakens
the glory of God in her surroundings
inside and in the landscapes of land and sea.

She is one who hears happiness and remembrance
in songs of long ago that touched her heart and spirit.

She is one whose girlish giggle
fits her womanly presence.

She is one who sight of tulips
brings instant connection to her love.

She is the one.

She is the one who laughs, sees, and
both understands, yet questions

The many mysteries of life and death
love and loss, family ties and

The sacredness of ancestor roots,
and spiritual truths and traditions
passed down through generations.
She is the One.

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Opening to my path

Opening to my Path
SoulCollage(R) by Susan Heffron Hajec

 
It is Mother’s Day today. As I am preparing to facilitate a SoulCollage Open Studio this coming Friday on Mystical Mother, I have been gathering various reflective words and images to set the stage for image creation. I know it will be wonderful.

I came across a copy of Max Ehrmann’s “Desiderata”, and it really caused me to pause.  I can still see the small, square illustrated hard copy book of this poem where I placed it on a table top at a focal point in our living room. Above it hung an image of mother with a baby at her breast and the word, love, that I had framed special, for that was my central purpose in life….wife and mother.

It was in my mid-twenties going into my thirties, that consciousness raising and independent thinking were beginning to take root in my life; only one of many waves which kept occurring and I kept stepping up to. There were many layers to explore, choose, get rid of, and suffer the pain and experience the joy and freedom of doing so.

But this book, a copy of Desiderata, traveled on with me for many years. It may still be in my bookcase downstairs. I will look.  It made a deep impression on me in my early years. The impression was one of grandeur and inspiration. The impression was one of , “could this be possible?  The impression was one of a deep sounding chord or fertile seed of Truth.  I didn’t know for sure this was true, and yet there was something in it proclaiming to me that it was a good path to follow.

I pretty much did follow it in the winding labyrinthian paths of my life.  My conclusion is that Max was onto something.

Today, I read the words as a woman seventy-three years of age and quite a bit of life experience. These words contain the Truth and strivings of my daily life and sometimes in viewing the failings, along with the good, these words give cheer to my heart.

I think it is most likely true that I am no less than the trees or the stars; and that as a child of the Universe, I have a right to be here.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

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