Create Desire

Someone was searching for a Form of Fire.
Bird-eyed, the wind watched.
Four deer in a blowsy meadow.
As though it were simply random, a stately stare.
What’s six and six and two and ten?
Time that my eye ached, my heart shook, why.
Mistaking lime for lemon.
Dressed in cobalt, charcoal, thistle—and control.
If they had more they would need less.
A proposal from the squinting logician.
Seems we are legal, seems we are ill.
Ponderous purpose, are you weather, are you wheel?
Gold with a heart of cinder.
Little blue chip dancing in the light of the loom.
Mistress, May-girl, whom will you kiss?
The death of water is the birth of air.
Karen Volkman
CultFit Desire

And For No Reason

 

And

For no reason

I start skipping like a child.


And

For no reason

I turn into a leaf

That is carried so high

I kiss the Sun’s mouth

And dissolve.


And

For no reason

A thousand birds

Choose my head for a conference table,

Start passing their

Cups of wine

And their wild songbooks all around.


And

For every reason in existence

I begin to eternally,

To eternally laugh and love!


When I turn into a leaf

And start dancing,

I run to kiss our beautiful Friend

And I dissolve in the Truth

That I Am.

خواجه شمس‌ دین محمد حافظ شیرازی

CultFit Bliss

 


My Father Teaches Me to Dream


You want to know what work is?
I’ll tell you what work is:
Work is work.
You get up. You get on the bus.
You don’t look from side to side.
You keep your eyes straight ahead.
That way nobody bothers you—see?
You get off the bus. You work all day.
You get back on the bus at night. Same thing.
You go to sleep. You get up.
You do the same thing again.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
There’s no handouts in this life.
All this other stuff you’re looking for—
it ain’t there.
Work is work.
Jan Beatty

Notes:

Take care today!

CultFit Father


I have nothing now

… But praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more…What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

Notes:

Be well today and please take care.

CultFit Sendak


Faithful Lover

The moon came to me last night

With a sweet question.


She said,


“The sun has been my faithful lover

For millions of years.


Whenever I offer my body to him

Brilliant light pours from his heart.


Thousands then notice my happiness

And delight in pointing

Toward my beauty.


Hafiz,

Is it true that our destiny

Is to turn into Light

Itself?”


And I replied,


Dear moon,

Now that your love is maturing,

We need to sit together

Close like this more often


So I might instruct you

How to become

Who you

Are!

CultFit Moon