Year’s End 2009
2009 has been a year of heart-rending lows and highs – an invitation to leave behind all-consuming grief and build a new life, a passage through desperate terror and rediscovered adventure, and the gradual recalibration of an emotional, spiritual, and physical seismograph struck by a major life event. It has brought spiritual awakening, poetic activation, and a redefined self-perception. I’ve always thought of years as quantities of time. This year, however, rather resembled a near-death experience, a discovery of the tunnel of light leading to a different dimension. Tonight’s poems reflect year-end thoughts from different years, as the stroke of midnight approaches and we suddenly find ourselves transported across an invisible border to a new round of life.
Rosemary:
New Year’s Eve December 31 2008
I’m watching “Live from Lincoln Center”:
Interview with Loren Maazel – his last concert;
Maestro Maazel says, of his retirement:
“Life is all about Beginnings and Endings.”
This New Year’s eve marks the last hours
Of the last year we spent together on the earth.
And it signals a beginning –
The first moments
Of what I will become this next time “when I grow up”--
My graduation from your school of love,
My soul’s invitation to unfurl and soar.
Finding Joy December 31 2009
Stepping into mystic space, where all is shared,
I look upon this last year and the next
From up above, outside of time.
I see the light of bliss:
It emanates from spirit, not from body.
It glows when we unfold into the moment’s gifts –
A smile, a giggle, a contented sigh,
A loved one’s soul that beams through eyes
And lights up all around us.
I see how Joy suffuses every moment –
Always there – like sun behind the clouds;
Waiting till we shed the dust and clutter
Of our earth-bound selves.
Ellen: Alive at Christmas, After Cancer 1995
Light-sounds drench the world.
Cold winter’s warmth creeps through us.
Shimmering joy explodes.
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