may life have its way with you

Lisa Rivas: La Vida

 

May Life
have its incomprehensible way with you, and
may you have the courage
to welcome It
to embrace It
as you would your hungry body’s perfect lover

 

May you
be reunited with the innocent awe-full
bright awareing
that is born afresh
in every instant of aliveness
regardless of age or race or belief or religion

 

May Innocence
the eternal holy child
arise in your heart and bless us all
with its unconditional and utterly impartial Love
that we may, in turn
recognize its gaze in the eyes of all we imagined were ‘other’

 


With my deepest love and gratitude to you all, dear readers, for this holiday season and new year.

May blessings shower upon you – whatever moves you in this ever-sacred moment.

– miriam louisa


Artwork: La Vida, by Lisa Rivas


love’s the ultimate sly squatter

how could it come to pass that halfway
through my sixty-eighth orbit of the sun
Love
would find me?

how, when I was without need
or hunger or even a shy dream that
Love
might find me?

perhaps Love, like me, is a homeless vagrant;
like a mysterious night moth,
It seeks out the empty, glowing
innocent heart
and quietly moves in

emelle says:
Love’s the ultimate sly squatter

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~ miriam louisa

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be glad

A little memorial celebration for my mother, Miriam:  it’s 4 months today since she “did a flit” – her own term for death.  She took her last breath at 4 am on the 4th day of April – the 4th month.  (Her favorite number was 13.  Which adds up to 4.  Hmmmm.)

She had orbited the sun 96 times, and while she was visually and audially challenged in her later years her joyousness and wisdom never faded or faltered.

She never had much of an education, being the eldest daughter on a remote New Zealand high country farm in the pioneering days, but she could express herself wonderfully with an innocence unaffected by self-consciousness.  I love this little piece she wrote not long before leaving us:

This Unlit Light - Be Glad