I Went Inside My Heart

I went inside my heart
to see how it was.

Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.

Then I went to every city and small town,
searching for someone who could speak wisdom,
but everyone was complaining about love.

That moaning gave me an idea: Go back inside
and find the answer. But I found nothing.

The heart acts as translator between
mystical experience and intelligence.

It has its own inhabitants who do not talk
with someone just wandering through.

And remember that Muhammed said of the place
in human beings we call the heart,
This is what I value.

If I hold you with my emotions,
you’ll become a wished-for companion.

If I hold you with my eyes,
you’ll grow old and die.

So I hold you where we
both mix with the infinite.

- Rumi

She is all that is of instinct

So what compromises the Wild Woman? From the viewpoint of archetypal psychology as well as in ancient traditions, she is the female soul. Yet she is more; she is the source of the feminine. She is all that is of instinct, of the worlds both seen and hidden – she is the basis. We each receive from her a glowing cell which contains all the instincts and knowings needed for our lives.
“… She is the Life/Death/Life force, she is the incubator. She is intuition, she is far-seer, she is deep listener, she is loyal heart. She encourages humans to remain multi-lingual; fluent in the languages of dreams, passion, and poetry. She whispers from night dreams, she leaves behind on the terrain of a woman’s soul a coarse hair and muddy footprints. These fill women with longing to find her, free her, and love her.
“She is ideas, feelings, urges and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of the fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, ‘This way, this way.’
“She is the one who thunders after injustice. She is the one who turns like a great wheel. She is the maker of cycles. She is the one we leave home to look for. She is the one we come home to. She is the mucky root of all women. She is the things that keep us going when we think we’re done for. She is the incubator of raw little ideas and deals. She is the mind which thinks us, we are the thoughts that she thinks.

- Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves, 11.

If you can’t go to sleep

if you can’t go to sleep
my dear soul
for tonight
what do you think will happen

if you pass your night
and merge it with dawn
for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen

if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms
you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen

if the elixir of life
that has been hidden in the dark
fills the desert and towns
what do you think will happen

if because of
your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
what do you think will happen

if you pour an entire jar
filled with joyous wine
on the head of those already drunk
what do you think will happen

go my friend
bestow your love
even on your enemies
if you touch their hearts
what do you think will happen

- Rumi

 

Surrender

Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.”
—Rumi

 

I am this movement, I am home

The sensuous ebb and flow of the breath, 
The warmth of the sun on the skin,
The touch of light on the eyelids, like a kiss,
The soothing sound of leaves rustling in the breeze,
The satisfying release of bodyweight into the support of the Earth -
Nothing in particular to do or be,
Just savoring the texture of life in this moment…

Relaxing, melting, softening into lusciousness.
Sinking down, letting go, deeper, deeper …
Breath spreading, massaging everywher inside, a gentle caress…Ah…
Here, now, the movement of life, touching me,
Healing me, revealing its simple truth – 
I am immersed in the embrace of life.

Yes, I hear the Yes.
And my response, Yes.
I am this movement.
I am home.

- Camille Maurine, Meditation secrets for women