I SCRUB THE POT 2

I so dedicated this lifetime

to scrubbing the pot.

I came in with

so much energy,

and so much reside.

I could always

walk or run outside,

or

stand in my mulberry tree

and pour out the old water.

Each night

the pot/chalice/grail

would re-fill

with clean new water.

And during the day

I’d find a new place to scrub.

As I scrub the many places.

my Virgo-ness judged,

“I should have stood my ground”,

the water in the pot blackened.

And meditation

once again

empties the pot.

Less residue now.

Yet again and again.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

July 2, 2010

The Road Less Traveled

The road forks

in front of us,

moment by moment.

Choice in the split second

between thought

and words or action.

Do I choose

the old,

the familiar?

Or do I choose

to say my inconveninet truth,

not valued or appreciated?

I choose the fork,

so at odds with

my mother’s pattern:

It has to look good

outside, to others.

I choose

my center of gravity.

No I’m not the one

to do that.

No, that’s a problem

in practice.

Then I feel others

are upset with me

for my new boundaries.

Yet, when I ask

no one is upset,

but me.

It’s all my projection.

New paths.

It’s so expensive,

not to take them,..

but to continue on the

the old paths of

having to look good

on the surface

even if only

half baked inside.

I do stand:

taller and straighter,

taller and truer

in my truth

as I take the light fork,

the road less traveled.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 25, 2011

THE DEAFENING SILENCE OF LETTING GO

The silence

of letting go

is deafeningly loud.

My mother heart

bursting with pride

and love.

My words,

my advice,

no longer of value

in your world.

Your generation,

of germs and AIDS

of knowledge from a lit screen

tapped from keys.

And I so admire your

timeless unfolding

of your children.

I love you

with a breath and depth

that quivers beyond

understanding.

I stand,

letting you unfold freely

in a silence

that is blisteringly loud,

in my own ears.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 18, 2011

Dedicated to Kim Shaw and

all grandmothers everywhere

and our sharing the letting go silently/loudly

ABED

The gray silence

is only broken

by the furnace blower.

I lie in the richest purple cocoon

of body warmth.

6 inches of down quilts

cover me.

The balcony door open.

White hot cold

filling the room: a freezer.

The warm purple cocoon,

in the white cold room

in the blue house.

Home a scaffolding

of blue protection.

Filled with prayers.

“May the lessons be gentle

and the joy be great”

Full of my listening

rainbow meditations

welcoming in the love

that is neither given nor taken,

but discovered and allowed.

The deep red love

seen and felt

with the eye

through which

I see Creator.

The same eye

through which Creator

sees me.

What joy

and comfort.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 13, 2011

Abed, not knowing yet time had leapt forward

and I’d lost an hour during the night.

CHAOS THEORY

The butterfly

Speaks deeply

to each of us:

If we want to fly

we must first crawl

within,

into the cocoon of self.

As below, so above.

The above transformation plane,

the above butterfly shows us

chaos theory.

Edward Lorenz

back in the wild 60’s,

found a butterfly

when computer modeling

evolution of the world’s weather.

He found two wings,

two weather trajectories,

with the slightest disturbance

shifting the weather

from one wing to the other.

Permanent chaos.

Humans in stable periods

find and isolate deviants.

Haven’t we been there!

But when societal limits

are reached, however subjective

chaos and super sensitivity reign.

We are now in chaos,

super sensitivity to new ways.

The body of the butterfly,

small but mighty with muscles

can shift the trajectory

from greed to collaboration

from fear to love and

from war to peace.

Each of us a filament

of those tiny muscles

with such powerful impact.

Upon which wing do you rely?

Are you solving your inner wars

with acceptance?

Slowing enough to alight

and smell the spring daffodils?

Sending love from your heart

to embrace the all?

And thus, through chaos

We shift from the war wing

to discovering and allowing love.

We shift from shame and guilt

treasuring the immediate joys

We shift from fear and anger,

to peace, that only comes from within

US.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 16, 2011

Inspired and borrowed from The Chaos Point, Ervin Laszlo

AVALANCHE

No one snowflake

thinks it is responsible

for the avalanche.

Yet each crystalline form

seeks to reflect the light.

The light switch

is turned on.

No more shoveling

out the dark.

The balance has shifted.

An avalanche of Light!

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 9, 2011

TIME LEAPT FORWARD

Time leapt forward

last night.

We lost the hour

granted us last fall.

We sacrifice that hour

to lengthening days,

to hints of spring,

water on the road.

Snow is dirty now,

branches bare

and mountain shoulders baring
brown ridges through white.

In Alaska we know

spring sleeps yet,

buds a full month away

…at least.

Yet our soul,

our spirit

stirs out of winter’s doldrums,

shivering in anticipation.

The lost hour,

a small price to pay.

Much like 2012 coming.

You can feel the shimmer

of the “spring” coming,

but there’s not much evidence yet.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 13, 2011

LITTLE BO PEEP AKA MOTHER MARY

LittLE BO PEEP HAS LOST HER SHEEP

so many of us

humans wandering

the dry desert

AND DOESN’T KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM

They’re lost

in the vast darkness

of fear

of fixed patterns

BUT LEAVE THEM ALONE

we are each

masters of our lives

arriving home

in our own way

AND THEY’LL COME HOME

all paths

lead “home”

….eventually.

WAGGING THEIR TAILS BEHIND THEM

leaving behind

the duality of

heaven or hell

To ONENESS

with the Creator.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

November 28, 2009