thinker doer knower

1 Dec

treehugger

walked the high wire out,

floated tidal pools of despair,

and

skated lakes of learning – 

Till  no danger,

or emergency could rear.

Right as

a glimmer of space appeared,

mind shouted NOW

is  the project of self.  

A Project.  

The Self.  

Yet in all things

exists the pull of  home.

This speck of dust

is going

through the eye

of the sun.

Loving yet leaving

the little voice,

busy

alphabetizing her thoughts.

She is

the one

who sees what she doesn’t like

without knowing she can

create anew from every

single

micro

moment.

The journey is a machete;

she opens her fists

and releases all ideas,

thinking, doing, knowing…………

Pfffftttt –

A puzzle of vines!

She grabs hold and swings over the crevasse,

or dangles from the high trees and laughs with the monkeys.

I encourage the Ph.D.

in Going with the Flow, while

dissertating on Divine Will.

Accepting what is

while expounding into power –

bringing intention into form.

Two opposite paths  exist as one

within me, all ways.

All things are possible,

but most things  are no longer

of any interest

in the least.

What’s on the plate 

for dinner and dessert?

I take what is given,

moreover

I made it just for me.

11 Responses to “thinker doer knower”

  1. Michael December 1, 2013 at 4:26 pm #

    A lovely, swirling report from the inner frontier… My alphabetized thoughts are slipping off the far edge of the shelf in hand-packed trilogies, tumbling down into the crevasse…

    • marga t. December 3, 2013 at 11:38 am #

      I love how I now have such a clear image of the trilogies tumbling down into the abyss – Your add-on also provokes an additional sensation – as the needless creations fall down and away, the lighter self flies up and out. Thank you for playing with words in the field of now, Michael!

  2. smilecalm December 1, 2013 at 4:37 pm #

    enjoyed
    while hanging on
    to that tree

    • marga t. December 3, 2013 at 11:41 am #

      I can feel that spot as well – branch clinging! I grew up in an apple orchard and spent many hours of my childhood hidden in branches up above the action. Sending you the sensations of ease and peace that a little respite in a tree provides. 🙂

  3. Andrea December 2, 2013 at 12:21 am #

    This is great! So good to swing and laugh with the spiritual monkeys, and to have something else on my plate for dinner and dessert besides the old turkey and pecan pie. 🙂 So much ‘5 senses’ work has gone into the busy holiday for me, as I strive to make it a wonderful magical joy for my children. A little break from cleaning and baking and decorating in the illusion; its nice to see you illuminate the energy underneath it all. Love your poetry M!

    • marga t. December 3, 2013 at 11:58 am #

      You magic maker! Whenever you need a break, come on over for a little spot of tea and tree monkey business 🙂 How beautiful it is to picture your love and care during these SEASONAL illusions for your family, but also equally beautiful is your hard-earned skill to see with the clear eyes of choice for participation – nice balance, there, A!

  4. Alison December 2, 2013 at 12:40 am #

    Love your poetry too 🙂
    The last 5 lines – brilliant. It’s always like that isn’t it – going with the flow, letting go, and at the same time expounding into power and choice and intention. Then surrender and letting go and going with the flow. The two opposite paths exist as one. The eternal paradox.

    • marga t. December 3, 2013 at 12:03 pm #

      Oh Alison, you zoomed right in on the paradox of my dance, of all of our dances that I keep trying to understand, head-on, only to realize, dances are learned by the body, not the mind. Finally, I am getting a glimpse of how these seeming opposites are woven into the same rope of truth that flows through me. Perhaps a human is in part an expression of the divine paradox of surrender and intention. What a funny game, this life! Much love and ease sent to you today in your dance, which is graceful, vibrant and unique, by the way!

      • Alison December 3, 2013 at 1:06 pm #

        As is yours!
        Intention/surrender/intention/surrender/intention/surrender . . . .
        And in the end there’s only the awareness within which it all arises, and when I just ‘watch’ there’s only the appearance of movement.

  5. andelieya 安德洌雅 (official) December 3, 2013 at 4:59 pm #

    Do you ever present your poems at Monday Night Poetry & Music? https://www.facebook.com/pages/Monday-Night-Poetry-Music/59321182120

    • marga t. December 4, 2013 at 1:46 am #

      I have not, but I have thought about it – perhaps I will put that on my new years list, as you did to display your artwork last year…hmmm. Have you been to some of the readings at East Bay? I know a few faces in the picture at the link you posted. shrinking world! Thank you for the reminder!

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