Wendy Sarno, one of my tribe members in Kim Rosen’s Mystery School, is a remarkable poet and writer – for a taste of her artistry, check out Writings from Wild Soul. Wendy, who lives in Missouri, introduced me to Canadian poet, Jan Zwicky, whose book Forge, offers a collection of poems eloquent and searing, such as this one.
~ The Art of Fugue: VI by Jan Zwicky
Recently, I browsed through pages of my journal from several years ago, and was mildly shocked to discover that my reflections then were pretty much the same as yesterday’s journal entries: musing about some pattern in my life.
The patterns of your life repeat themselves
until you listen.
Just like music, with its repeated motifs, so my life contains repeated patterns that often fall short of my ideals. I often regard my vulnerabilities as weaknesses that must be eradicated through constant self-awareness and vigilant and diligent spiritual practice. Then I will finally reach – what? – an antiseptic state of unchanging goodness? A mistaken delusion.
What if I held my imperfect life as a story that could, and did, and does, start anywhere. That within this ‘splintered being’ lies the starlight of the soul. And that my song, along with your song, are worth singing and listening to.
Wendy Sarno
Ah, Mary Lou, always such beautiful reflections that take me deeper into a poem and into my own splintered being with such warmth and compassion. Thank you.
janice falls
dear Mary Lou, What a rich resource your new website is and will be for us all – starlight to light the way for any soul willing to listen. How fortunate for those of us who thirst. xoxoxo
Stephanie Brossmann
Thanks for sharing this poem and your reflections. I was needing the nourishment of this poem as it is so relevant in my life right now. I look forward to reading future posts and your website is amazing!