Mark Rothko
“Silence is so accurate.”
When I forget and
dozen-dip the brush,
pure color turns muddy brown.
From here forward is a
letter to myself:
Silence the world;
breath into simple.
Dip your brush into
cups of Gratitude
and Trust:
broad stroke the linen a sunny reflection.
Gratitude is the gentle one
shining on nettles and narcissus,
stink bug and swallowtail.
Trust is the fire pit, you
who
fiercely face forward into change.
What is change, you wonder.
It looks like
yang yearns for yin, and
reaches for her on every curving edge –
cusping them both toward the
round and round motion of creation,
a pirouette circling
same and strange.
Watch the swirl off the bristles;
see the blending and oozing
into every inch of what is and what will be.
Doubt is fear for opening the gift given.
It delays you.
You know.
I raised you better than that.
Allow doubt for just a down beat, then shift up;
you are the artist
and deservedly so.
Two colors,
One canvas
and
– silence.
(Awake in 365 days cleared my palette today; thanks for your steady and true truths!)
Life as Improv 
I love to sit down to check my email and have your blog post pop up at the exact same moment. I am soooo feeling the Yang yearns for Yin, and that brings change. Often, when I have some major spiritual amazing beautiful movement, I notice that I follow up with a definite need for Earth, for the sensual, for the animal to be addressed, to keep the balance. I was just this morning noticing how I am diving (in a good way) into that bottom chakra, that Earth connectedness, having strong feelings for dancing and cooking and a glass of wine, and less energy for meditation and contemplation. I was wondering..hmm..is that ok then? Yes. It is my yin and yang. So beautifully written, thank you for this.
Your words always reflect so much back to me and make me see whatever it is I’m on about from another angle. Dance on with your own bad self, A, and I will enjoy the open armed acceptance of the yang of now with you! Sounds like fun 🙂
Oh, what a surprise to see me here on your blog, Smile 🙂 and to enjoy your beautiful clean palette with you. Always nice to travel this path with you my friend. 🙂
Tis’ nice. I find all your selections so helpful, but yesterday you got me writing a poem. Probably the connection is only evident to me, but so nice to find your solid words most every day!
So what you’re saying is you don’t want to dozen-dip the brush, but dzogchen-dip it. Dzogchen must be a word I read somewhere along the way, and it bobbed up into my awareness. I looked it up, and this is what I found: the everyday practice of dzogchen is simply to develop a complete, carefree acceptance. You wrote a beautiful poem, and it sparked a discovery. The connections continue without unceasing in this web we weave together! Michael
How much fun is the overlapping? Extremely! I too had heard the word Dzogchen for years and never actually knew what it meant. How perfect. Thank you for adding such a deep yet also funny layer to this little poem. I had your latest post (http://embracingforever.com/2013/10/23/not-a-choice-at-all/#comments) up in an open window, but started writing the poem before I read it. When I finished writing, I read your post and recognized the overlay with this line/idea: “This [the idea that we dissolve back into nothingness] is how beings who haven’t accepted the inevitability of the Truth within delay its acceptance.” I think this is the same delay I’m talking about – this doubting of love seems to be the same flowing recognition in the different expressions that you and I make as individuals 😉 I had commented about this on your post, but the window had been open so long that when I hit the button, all was lost and i was too tired to rewrite, yesterday. Here you came along and gave me another chance to express. Stepping back a bit, the Web seems to be woven with our multi-colored gossamer threads – glistening in the sun! Peaceful flow to your weekend!
Yes… we are weavers… a delightful image. I am reminded of a book by China Mieville, Kraken maybe, where one of the “characters” was the Weaver. I may be recalling incorrectly, but my memory is that the Weaver was like an ancient power, a being who could navigate all the threads running through the whole and repair/alter them, with the power to give the whole new direction, new nodes of beginning, and the ability to bring it balance. Peaceful flowing to you also.