Belonging

A recent reflection on Belonging and a continuation of my series on the common ground.

Ripple Poetry

The earth we stand on
whether sand, grass, concrete, gravel, dust
is the same earth;
it’s our common ground.
Can you hear it breathe?
I am always inspired by its sounds
ocean, train, nightingale, gospel song
and a little bit of country and blues.

The common ground feels the ache of
salt tears given in hunger and loss
to those who feel invisible
who want shelter
and safety and the transformation of visionary
art that no one should be kept from;
you can’t silence the poets and songwriters
of freedom
and the painters of truth.
Maya Angelou, Albert Namatjira’s, Tahirih
so many more heroes I could name,
they remind us of the common ground.
But to honour them our lives might
find the profound and make it live.

The common ground says, ‘Tell me your story
I care, and
wisdom will be our friend through
dialogue where I listen
and…

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The Common Ground

(c) June Perkins

Think of the last time you were afraid, the shortness of breath, the no-please- I-don’t-want-to- feel-that-way-stomach-knots that made it impossible to move and all you did to find courage. Universal courage.

Think of the last time love surrounded you and gave you a sense of safety, so much shelter and growth that you just wanted to pass that to another who was vulnerable but full of potential and on the verge of courage,  but they were so full of fear they were about to drown and love was a lifeline that you extended.

Think of the last time love swelled in your heart and you had to give it, for it flowed from you unbidden to the one you loved, and the beloved was all you could see, and it made you forget yourself and you could sacrifice anything, but that sacrifice would never hurt, or limit, or destroy, that love was growth, that love was harmony.

Think of the last time sacrifice didn’t feel like giving anything up, but it was an expression of love,  a giving of time and place to something greater, and your priorities made it so clear what needed to be sacrificed so all, without exception, could thrive and live and grow, and it was equally clear what would never ever be sacrificed. That was hope. That was caring. That was compassion.

Think of love that is not blind, but is seeing deeper than the surface, but more like seeing into the soul, beyond the skin, and the bones, and the have and have not, and the wealth and the poverty. Universal love. Love free from judgement.

Think of friendship that does not control, or trap or oppress, or thrive on put downs, but sees the common ground and is the truest expression of love. Universal friendship.

Do this to find the common ground.

Then, walk on the common ground. Dance on the common ground.

Sing of the common ground.

Does this look and feel like freedom?

(c) June Perkins

The Surprise

I like to go through my day mindful of my surroundings, letting thoughts rush through me.

 

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Noticing the shadows cast by the trees and the gaps of green between them.

Noticing the bird, is it a pheasant? disappearing into the woods.

Thinking about what happened in Nagasaki all those years ago.

 

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Noticing the delicacy of the spider’s web draped across a leaf

announcing its artistry.

announcing the delicacy of human relationships.

 

And then sometimes there are surprises like a new chainsaw sculpture – this time an Emu with eggs.

 

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Walking mindfully is full of disturbances, ruptures, and then rewards

leading me to think of poems and stories everywhere I go and be, and dream

the possibility of peace.

(c)  June Perkins

Handle with Care

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the morning news unsettles
and reminds
for many there is no luxury
to look for daily balance

only the beginning of an end

lives blasted out of the sky
children bombed on the beach
apocalyptic movies due
at the cinema soon

and on the way to when healing arrives
the places where there is the

beginning of a beginning

every moment
is now handle with care

the places where tear drops
bomb the hope just out of reach

longing for the time
visions of one world
might be in the real world soon

the temporary bandages we put on things
attempted treaties delicately achieved
are never enough

when will we make way for the time
when unity might
beam its sunlight
through leaves of green
to blind the apocalypse of now?

(c) June Perkins