June 20th, 2012 by Tonya
So that's it!
I have become light.
Even the clothes I wear don't fit any more.
They're either too big, too small or just plain wrong.
I have put on a cloak of light.
And all is as it is.
Look around! See! Everyone's doing it.
People are changing - changing structure; changing form Read More...
June 5th, 2012 by Tonya
I'd say for me some of my biggest transformations in consciousness have been as a result of 'going to the heart of the fire' in my relationships. If you're prepared to 'go there' - to allow yourself to melt right into the heart of the love you feel, into the rawness of the passion, into the tenderness and vulnerability Read More...
April 29th, 2012 by Tonya
(It seems to be poetry season this month at little white feather. This tender poem by Sufi poet Hafiz I discovered this morning)
We have not come here to take prisoners
But to surrender ever more deeply
to freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
to hold ourselves hostage from love Read More...
April 28th, 2012 by Tonya
(I love this poem, by Galway Kinnell)
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow Read More...
April 3rd, 2012 by Tonya
What would it take for you to slow down,
To slow down enough to hear your own heart beat
Or to feel the air caress your nostrils on its inward journey to your lungs?
What would it take for you to slow down enough to hear the earth breathe?
To feel the way a camellia feels when she's weighted down with freshly fallen rain?
From this place, I can feel the joy of all existence Read More...
February 8th, 2011 by Tonya
I have been struck dumb with love.
I'm shaking from my heart to my fingertips.
I look into the eyes of an old man and weep with his beauty.
I am struck like a bolt to the heart with love for this stranger.
I love him for his fragility, his humanity, his tenderness.
I reach a hand out to him, and he is lifted up Read More...