Not Complicated
It's not complicated. Your body rooted to the earth, where it is, as it is, your very weight a sacrament, gravity the Mother's love, pressing you to her breast, and all around your flowering flesh, the kiss of space. Invisible planets caress you. Inhalation rises through your spine, that hollow stem, threading infinitesimal mushroom spores to the center of the galaxy. Exhalation pours wild stars back into the loam. Let the world dissolve in your boundless blues. So what? Now recreate it by a gentle kneading, the rise and fall of your chest. Your soul is made of the breath-body, your body is made of pure awareness. You are the sacrament, the wedding of matter and spirit. The bridal chamber is your heart. No, it's not complicated. This is the first and deepest meditation: being just what you Are.
Art: multi-media by Sophia Robyn who shared it as an illustration to this poem
Comments
as Austrian I am German Speaker.
Some of your poems touching me very strongly, then I have to translate those and share it with my (german speaking) friends.
In translating "Not complicated" I have got a question:
"Dissolve the world into boundless blues"
In that line is "Blues" the plural of the color of blue?
Like the different colors of blues in the Ocean or in the space?
Thanks for your help,
Kind Regards
Otto
In German the "Blues" is called "Blues" too, and the name of the blue color is "Blau".
As in German the play with blue and blues does not work I went on with blue.....
Kind Regards Otto
PS: Vagus - Thanks for the great text today !
It seems like we have the same strategy how to cope with worries.
In my terms I would say I focus on feeling the most subtle sensations within my body system, saying yes to everything what is there..... after a while everything falls into the right place :-)
In Germane name for the color blue is "Blau", there is no plural, the play with "Blues" doesn't work in German , so I went just with the color Blau....
Thanks
Kind Regards
Otto