What do I want
to know most?
How to focus the day?
What do I need to work on?
Is a tall dark stranger
headed my way?
No and
no and
not the question,
any of them.
The question is:
What brings me joy?
What can I do,
that will make
me feel the most joyful,
right now?
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
April 6, 2011
Do I write for me
or
do I write for thee?
Do I write for me
from my questing yearning
heart center of gravity?
framing my growth,
my visions, in ways
you are most likely to accept?
Do I live for me
or
do I live for thee?
Do I live for me?
Dedicating time/hours/day
to my creativity
to the flow from my heart?
Or do I live for thee?
Behaving, always doing more
for others,
ever needing to help.
Do I create for me
or
do I create for thee?
Do I create poems for me
from my excited wounded
light filled and shadowed
heart center of gravity?
Or do I create poetry for thee?
Writing to teach others,
to show the way,
to reach the most people?
In duality
the choice is either/or.
In unity the choice
is where the abacas bead
is on the string
between the two.
Guided from the
point of the triangle,
above yet within.
I write for both.
But I write for me
first.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
April 1, 2011
My very first poem that ended up
somewhere different than my
mind thought it would.
Arjuna Ardagh,
I so love your image
of 2012 as the end
of a James Bond movie.
The forces of evil,
ever clandestine and international,
appearing benevolent while
attempting world control.
All aligned
against one James Bond.
One suave, fearless,,
humor, life (and lust) filled
James Bond
who is living in the moment.
In a nail biter to the end,
Bond uncovers,
discovers, takes on
and undoes
the robotic like forces
of evil which is
live spelled backwards.
And here we are: humanity.
With 1% of us funny humans
holding 40% of the worlds wealth.
Transparency now unveiling
the greed over integrity
at the core of our old system.
The translucents are
those who have touched
the Oneness.
Those who have
walked through the illusion
of “he who dies
with the most toys, wins”.
Those who’s minds
no longer master them,
but rather their hearts.
Those who know the truth
Of we are all related.
Those who have experiencedwe are just one molecule
of the greater body.
The translucents
are poised,
suave and fearless
getting the humor the great comic joke,
and living in the moment.
The translucents,
in a nail biter
to the end,
are no longer living
in fear.
They are no longer
cratering to the
buy more,
spend more
have more
“solution”.
Instead creating
their own lives
of love and joy
with peace at the center.
Turning evil on it’s
pointy little head
And living forward
to create a new world order.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
March 30, 2011
For more see the Translucent Revolution by
Arjuna Ardagh
It is at work
that we are asleep.
At work on
the ‘to do’ list,
never-ending.
Work harder.
Work more.
No time for play,
We are working in our sleep.
For it is in play,
in joy and laughter
that we awaken,
that we en-ligh-ten.
It is as we play
that our heart opens
to others, with others.
Osho, bless you
For Naruda’s story
of the old man endlessly
working, meditating, fasting.
How long he asks Neruda,
until I’m enlightened?
And a young man,
under the same tree
playing music and dancing.
Neruda asks
timelines for both
and reports back.
The old man is bitterly
angry at 3 more lifetimes,
The young one laughing,
says, only as many
as leaves on this tree?
Easy – think of all
the trees on the planet,
and for me,
only the leaves of this one.
And in that instant,
enlightenment came to him.
It is as we work
that we are asleep.
It is as we play
that we awaken
that we en-light-en.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
March 30, 2011
Story from Osho’s Tarot, the Greed card
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 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 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
