Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

14 October 2015

Wholeness

Klimt Tree of Life 1909.jpg
Tree of Life, Gustav Klimt (1909)


“There is in all visible things…a hidden wholeness.”
~Thomas Merton


God romps through The Family Tree of Art
infinitely more often than we who
are yet visible, who work through Branches
of it to create and then deconstruct forms
looking for what plays in-through-around-at—
beyond our nature deep in Nature’s Tree.

To make, unmake, reform ever over
makes us (like changing seasons) synced with truth.
Unknowingly, we are exactly what
we seek—a perfect form revealing what
we want to own and never can because
we’re only part of The Family Tree.

Do you see me as imperfectly as
I see you (and all Nature too)?  Our hope
lies in relationship of each to each—
not separate and lonely artistry
but connected and symbiotic, or
else only dead meat left of amputees.

But God plays through each part of the famed Tree
of Art, inviting us to join with hints
and whiffs in the imitations we make—
our music curls our inner ear and still
arts train our eyes, while skin—our largest sense-
u-all organ—is always on!  How Brilliant!

Perpetual motion creates the glow
the Tree gives off—innumerable counts
of luminosity as if on fire.
And so, look up!  Ascend to Tree Tip Top.        
Tune in with Sun and Stars for a glance
at how Earth’s Nature looks within God’s Dance.


Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast




06 May 2015

Becoming



Poet/writer ntozake shange died on Saturday, 27 October 2018.  I pulled up this older poem that says what she means to me.  
May you have peace walking with the ancestors, mighty Lion.

source

“i found god in myself
and i loved her
i loved her fiercely” 

― Ntozake Shange


Why theatre?  Why poetry?  Why any-
thing at all? I found my answer on Broad-
way in nineteen-seventy-eight in a
chor-e-o-poem that blew my mind wide o-
pen and launched me on a walk from forty-
fifth street north through Central Park and in-
to the rest of my life.  n-to-zak-e
shang-e, I thank you for my vocation.

for colored girls who have considered su-
icide / when the rainbow Is enuf.  Wow!

Imagine horrific stories inside
friendship circles—in defeats belied by
such presence that the stage empowered all
on and in front of it.  Imagine feet
planted so no one could knock you over!
Imagine finding God in yourself and
loving her so fiercely that you expand
into a rainbowand you gain some sense 
of the day I saw seven Black woman
form a rainbow and transformed into what
God meant for me to do and to become.





For Björn and Toni's Poetics with Kanzen: What poets inspired you? at dVerse Poets Pub


Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast 




A sample from the choreopoem / drama: 

“without any assistance or guidance from you
i have loved you assiduously for 8 months 2 wks & a day
i have been stood up four times
i've left 7 packages on yr doorstep
forty poems 2 plants & 3 handmade notecards i left
town so i cd send to you have been no help to me
on my job
you call at 3:00 in the mornin on weekdays
so i cd drive 27 1/2 miles cross the bay before i go to work
charmin charmin
but you are of no assistance
i want you to know
this waz an experiment
to see how selifsh i cd be
if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover
if i waz capable of debasin my self for the love of another
if i cd stand not being wanted
when i wanted to be wanted
& i cannot
so
with no further assistance & no guidance from you
i am endin this affair

this note is attached to a plant
i've been waterin since the day i met you
you may water it
yr damn self”