Dancing at the Still Point

Dancing at the Still Point

Dancing at the Still Point What do we dowhen everything rational says,Let go!and everything emotional says,I cannot!We can swing back and forthbetween opposites indefinitely.Better to standon the stillpointat the center. Marion Woodman A note from Rulik Dancing at the...
Since We’ve Seen Each Other

Since We’ve Seen Each Other

Since We’ve Seen Each Other Since we’ve seen each other, a game goes on.Secretly, I move and you respond.You’re winning, you think it’s funny. But look up from the board now, look howI’ve brought in furniture to this invisible place,so we...
Birdwings

Birdwings

Birdwings Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it...
Wild Geese

Wild Geese

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the...
To You

To You

To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,...
There’s A Hole In The Sidewalk

There’s A Hole In The Sidewalk

There’s A Hole In The Sidewalk Autobiography in Five Short Chapters By Portia Nelson Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost …. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way...