February's Poem

Love is sacred
when I am with you.
we burn together
until there is but fine dust
like cedar’s yellow-green pollen
settling on leaves, rocks
and the chairs outside.

Water returns claiming the dust,
forming lives from love’s mud,
dancing and intertwining
knowing just what to do.

Love has its way with us.
We moan and weep from joy and sorrow,
laugh and cry feeling our way
through love’s beauty.

Here we are together
not knowing for how long
making plans, sharing intimacies,
going round and round.

The trees keep watch
flowering and seeding,
rooting and growing
praying love’s prayers.


Guari
February 2011

January's Poem

Mandala, January 2011

The Unformed Eastern Sanctuary

Beloved, we don’t imagine you or create you.
We realize your presence
and long for senses to know you,
and evolving minds transforming
our relationship with you.


Life’s Southern Community

Friend, we don’t pretend to understand.
Still we trust you to guide us on the way
Every need here fulfilled.
The relations are here.
The dreams are here.
Love is here.


The Western Congregation of Ancestors

We answered to love for who we were
As well as whom we chose to be
It was love who called us into being
from a mystery too deep for words to reach
yet it was a wordless yes began life.


Mystery’s Northern Reach

Return is not the right word
for the burst of clarity
and sudden transformation
evolution with its
never-the-same-as-before-way
awakens in your presence

December’s Poem

December’s Poem

Love’s light – life giver, if you are,
as some say, merely a human creation
then with these sounding words
I create you anew.

This consciousness grown from earth
Creates you again, attends your birth,
hears you in silence, sees you in emptiness,
questions you.

And your mystery seeing through me
transforms and frees me to live in you
with you in me until I know it is you
who loves this newborn innocence.

Guarionex Delgado
December 2010

November’s Poem

November’s Poem

Black crow glides between fall red maples on still wings
banks slowly and gracefully coming to a two hop stop.
A clutch of tiny sparrows swoop down and alight as one
in the golden green crown of a tree readying for winter.

Even the evergreens on the hillside carry their share
of tan dead leaves among the green waiting a storm’s
windy rainy fingers to pluck them free to return to their Mother.

Dissolving was. Resolving is. Creating what shall be.
Nothing is forgotten. Another transformation.

Results of a path taken are remembered in life’s flesh.
Denial and avoidance fruitlessly repeat a sad story
unwilling to squeeze through the needle’s eye,
blocking the way with pride, arrogance, certainty.

Life creates a truth awaiting our awakening.
Love calls softly to us, before we are able to choose,
leaves signs and miracles in plain sight.

Despised by the powerful of the world we make
love comes meek and humble with arms wide spread
so much like death and birth.

Yellow green leaves shiver in a breeze whispering mystery’s name.
Crow caws and cu-cuck-cu-cu-cucks the name from her darkness.
Sparrows in their wheeling flight as one sign the name.

Guarionex
November 2010

Sister Water

Beloved sister water, troubled by this time
wet and flowing, deep, dark sea of life
we are made mostly of you. We drink you.
We hold you within the skin of us.
You the sea nourishing life,
the hand dug well in the desert of longing.

We capture you forgetting your sacredness
bottling your mystery in plastic.
We do not recognize the One reflected in you.
You come and go as the living way wills.
Every now and then, every here and there
kindred awaken to the way in you.

We, children of a sea within, know you are
your own and intertwined with life’s Spirit.
Sweet water, salt water, blue, gray, turquoise
moonlight slides across your black shining face
on your dancing body sunlight shatters gleaming.

Yet when light slows to the speed of flesh
becoming finned and flippered, it swims
in your ancient holiness as in time’s womb.
Raining from cloud filled skies you tear along
cutting new channels in earth’s soft breast
and her rock hard bones or slowly meander
sinking into hidden seas and rivers birthing springs.

Sister water teach us, show us the way
to heal the harm we do in ignorance or arrogance.
Spirit of sea and hillside spring, spirit of rain
and morning dew, of wetland and marsh,
spirit of well, fog and unknown deep,
of crashing storm driven waves, falling snow
and calving glaciers, guide us whose tears are yours.

If we cannot see good

If we cannot see good within the other, if we cannot see the power of love, if we cannot see love in the other, we will not find it in ourselves for in the end, we and the other are one.

We choose to heal our relationship to the creation, to the creator after a time. We all do, or so I hope. We come to journey the way that heals. We come to make the way, to clear it so those who follow can see the signs and choose the way.

Contrary to popular belief, there is only one way to be faithful to the Beloved's love. And that is by being the possibility of compassion in the creation.

The universe is all center. Everything exists as the center of the universe. The Beloved lives in everything and witnesses everything. When we acknowledge God's presence in the other we no longer respond out of the old paradigm. Love and compassion guide us as we open and allow the Spirit of life to flow through us. We are peace. We are the healing for which the creation longs.

In Our Secret Life

In Our Secret Life
thanks to Leonard Cohen

In our secret life we are you. You fill us with wonder and awe. You make us one with you in our secret life. You see us as we are and still love us and we might see ourselves as you see us in our secret life. You guide and teach us how to be here in our secret life. Yet you let us discover for ourselves. You free us and we give ourselves in our secret life.

In my secret life our every break is mended, every injury healed, not because we are good or bad or anything in between, but because it is the fullness of the love you intended, from the first yes you uttered to thrill light to matter.

an opportunity to participate

Life is not about that which is commonly sought after but is an opportunity to participate in a unique yet universally available experience. Here we are with the innate yet generally ignored ability to sense the presence of the divine within ourselves and the whole creation and instead we chase after fame, fortune and power. We busily pursue the offerings of a man made world thereby losing the sense of mystery and awe which makes it possible for us to commune with the creator and the creation. Instead, we wind up worshipping the “reality” we make and thinking it is life.

We fall into a man made trap, the vanity of God made in our image. We fall into a pit dug by our arrogance, our conceit that the creation, the universe exists for our domination. The simple truth of our being born into a world over which we have little control and in which we could not survive except for the graciousness and self giving love of countless generations of ancestors is quickly forgotten if acknowledged at all.

Perhaps if we could envision the process wherein the one without ancestors poured self into the creation dividing and differentiating into everything that is, while remaining whole and present in every part of it, we could appreciate the magnitude of the gift we have by virtue of being alive, awake and aware.

And being aware of the gift of life and the presence of the one who is self giving love in ourselves and in each and every other being, we could relate to the divine mystery in each with clarity and wisdom born of the knowledge of our interdependent existence. Perhaps this is an awakening from the illusion of power over that upon which we are utterly dependent. Perhaps this is the humility which would allow us to relate to each other in terms of mutuality, common good and the welfare of all life. Perhaps this would quicken the light of love and compassion in everything known and unknown which is capable of such feeling and emotion. Perhaps we could learn to dwell here and from here.

Along the Seam

Along the seam which runs the length of the two halves of each of us, there is an itch as though from a scar. Small differences between the halves bespeak the asymmetrical development of the portions that comprise the whole. We do not gradually flow from state to state, mood to mood, feeling to feeling. Instead we sometimes stall or balk, leap ahead, fall back, progress and retreat, and once in awhile we are utterly transformed into a beauty and peace we are not always prepared to comprehend. These moments of disproportionate grace, uncalled for and arising out of a type of mystery we only glimpse at the periphery of the senses, give us the hope (or is it courage) to follow the spirit’s leading.

Some follow an intuition which is far more profound that a hunch. We are listening and looking for signs and miracles from the deepest places within our personal universes for what attracts our whole being in subtle and consistent ways. Even long after we have walled ourselves off from one another and our true selves, what calls to us explores the crack and crannies of our walls and shells and masks with the implacability of root and tendril until we have exhausted our ability and desire to shore up the illusions of separateness we have created to protect ourselves from the truth.

When this happens and we choose to finally let go of all the blocks and self created illusions and explanations to which we cling, we discover a love, a compassion suffusing the whole creation. This love guides us to participate and cooperate in its unfolding in us and all the fields of being and consciousness. Space-time is love’s form entering into conscious communion with the mystery from which all life springs. We open ourselves and invite the spirit of wholeness, the holy spirit, the Beloved to resolve every paradox.

The proposed reopening of the Idaho Maryland Mine

I am opposed to proposed reopening of the Idaho Maryland Mine not only for many good reasons enumerated in the draft environmental impact report, some of which are significant and cannot be mitigated, but because consideration of its reopening is not based on the deep listening necessary to know the truth in the moment. I oppose the reopening of the mine because it does not consider the long past nor the far future but is instead content to look at things in terms of an economically expedient and sociopathic world view. Our dominanation world view does not extend our spiritual and emotional feelings to the earth or teach us to consider earth herself or the flora and fauna who inhabit her as living beings as precious to the spirit of life as we humans are. We have been taught to regard earth as raw material, resource to be fashioned into whatever we desire. She is not seen as sacred and many have lost their sense of connection to her.

But in all times and places there remain some among humans who see all life as sacred. These are always being born to her. These are people, children and grown-ups who are conscious of an intimate interconnection with the whole web of life. Violence and genocide have been unable to rid the earth of these people though the powerful have tried. These continue to be born into every time and place for they are called into being by the presence of Great Spirit’s infinite compassion and untiring patience.

Indigenous people of many places have been harmed by the forces of greed and the cultures of dominance. But it is not only indigenous humans who are harmed but earth, air and water and all the relations. We have all been subjected to fear before we awakened to unconditional love and compassion. But once we are awakened there is no way to return to ignorance and the dispensation of the old gods and idols with their numberless names, excuses and rationalizations.

We stand as we are in the great mystery surrounded by choice, seemingly adrift in a universe greater than our comprehension. Slowly we discern the way weaving like a bright thread in the tapestry of reality. We begin to see what we are unable to imagine or create and yet is right before our senses. From here we can see what makes for healing and wholeness. From here we begin to understand the nature of our relationship to everything we consider to be other than ourselves.

Exploiting earth and her creatures, so that some people become rich while others suffer, is not part of the healing way, the beauty way. What is good for the whole is what we are guided to do by future generations and the spirit of our ancestors. We cannot compromise the well being of the whole community of life. We are called to be faithful to the way regardless of personal consequence. Neither birth nor death separates us from the one whose love and compassion set the whole creation free and whose way we travel. It is the right time for us to take a stand and be willing to be faithful to that which creates us, gave us consciousness and set us free. We feel the call at the core of ourselves and respond to the love and compassion which is with us from the beginning of all that is. There are many forms of right livelihood we can pursue as individuals and as a community which are considerate of the common good. Reopening the mine is not one of them.

On This Earth Day

Every day we learn again to live in peace.
We recall how to live in love
through the ceremony each does for Earth
not once in a lifetime but continuously.

We know deep inside we cannot heal the Earth
if we hate ourselves or others.
Earth heals when we heal.
Healing is slow, one moment at a time
each new wound a setback.
Earth is not surprised, she has grown
accustomed to our injurious ways.
She endures as mother of life.

Stunted within the prisons of our minds
we destroy our place within her.
Not seeing her as mother of life
she becomes barren, shrinking
from our touch as though abused.
But here we are, perhaps only a few,
or perhaps a multitude, intending healing,
intending love and compassion.

Intent upon healing and love
we let down the walls, let go the fear,
embracing life and its awareness
choosing to listen to the spirit of life
so the mother of flesh may be healed
and future generations may grow in diversity
consciousness and compassion

So it is in this moment, on this day, this Earth day.
She rises within our spirits to greet and embrace
the beloved flesh of her flesh, children of life.