Extra-ordinary
We are stars | we are the infinite | caught in a temporary dance | of fascia and bone.
Poetry
Wailing Wall
I want to place a large stone | against another, lifting a stone weight | each day until stone upon stone | they begin to reach for something. | A tree limb, a cloud, the blue.
Full Participation Living
All of the issues we face as a culture come down to how we participate with life.
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The Guest House
When we reduce emotions down to energies — as efforts to anchor or expand — we won’t be afraid of their intensity. We won’t deflect our pain. Instead we will see that each big emotion, as Rumi describes in his poem The Guest House, has been sent as a guide from beyond. They are directing us towards places inside of us where our energy is dispersed or fragmented — cluing us in to an aspect of our Soulful Self that we’ve not yet awakened to.
The Color of Belonging
Poetry helped me find words for all that is unfolding in the world right now. I invite you to paint a new canvas of belonging from your heart, instead of just your mind.
The Color of Belonging
by Astara
The canvas of belonging
in our culture
is painted with invisible ink.
We squint to find a key, cue,
or pattern
for how to belong
and where we belong.
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Airstream of Consciousness
If I can offer you any wisdom from my path, risk everything for your heart. It is time.
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A Song Singing You into Being
You are made of sound. You are a collection of resonances. Enjoy this poem by Astara about the song that you are.
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