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Surging Buds

 
today I sit with You

  –an unusual profound still –

as the sweeping rain

   salaams You

and travels through –

   truing my energy body

   like tears.

 
collecting things of the past

selecting in Perfection what I no longer need

Your servant – the  Rain –

carries away all

    like soft dust.

 
I remain beside You

      — a tree without leaves now

 and in a timeless horizon,

 surging buds begin to emerge.

 
swapping an old life for a New

correcting the structures and crumbling walls

        of the past

allowing for the suppleness

and fortitude

of a tree in motion

       (oh Devotion!)

         the wind and rain

 blow through me  — like a song.

 

 

I lost contact for a long time due to technical difficulties which were gratefully cleared up for me by my Cousin Bill last night. It’s funny but blog-life stopped just a few months after Obama’s election – as if I’d hoped or believed we’d arrived. It was a definite moment in time, in history, to feel a part of….. and then of course, life goes on.

There was a joyousness at that moment that so much of the world shared. It felt like the humanity was singing a song of praise that we’d overcome bigotry at least to that extent, that we could elect a leader of our very powerful country who was African-American.

So much has happened in this year and a half. I was in Israel again and will share some pictures…my friend Jennifer who has a gift for fertility blessed my pond and suddenly the goldfish after 2 years started spawning. I have babies to give away… let me know! They are beautiful. So fast and colorful. I am working on a new CD with Anderw Marlin and it feels so fresh and new. Like those spawning goldfish, the recording has it’s own nascent energy. Andrew’s youth and his old-soul wisdom join in bringing my songs to life. The CD is not yet named, but to give you a peek in, one of the songs “No One Has Been Denied” [editorial note: This song went on to be titled “Merciful One” and is available on the album Love’s Dream!] goes like this:

(chorus)

and the dust of the air You breathe is glorified,

born to be a particle of that light

carried into your care, the way has been so wild

yet even I have the right to know You,

Even I have my turn by your side

Saints and sinners, all who implore You,

No one has been denied, oh Baba,

No one has been denied — beautiful One — no one has been denied.

And some recent photos — nice to be back, much love — until later — Gabriella

Arava view

Arava - Ein Gedi Cliff

the doves are always cooing here
little squeezes of sound
bringing tears to my eyes,
born of deep comfort.

their pulsing melody
circles round the houses
and the edges of green
which touch the sand
scooping up the village
in a soft palm of vibration.

as we walk through the gardens
and speak to one another,
little trills of purity
rub their beauty
into our skins
without our even noticing.

it is a wet and wooing sound
in a dry land,
a background
that nudges gently at you
like a mother who holds her babe –
squeezing her to herself.

each squeeze emanates the sweetness of infancy.
each squeeze regales her with
the exquisite pleasure
of her maternity.

by Gabriella Tal 2009 Kibbutz Ketura

A few more India Photos:

(from exhibit “Faces of India, 2006)

Last night after the stupendous victory of Barack Obama, I was called to the hospital where a friend had a possible heart-attack. Another friend/musician Kevin Brock had died the day before, even as he was scheduled to come and play for my new music project at the studio. We wondered where he was -always so conscientous – we never imagined in a thousand years he would be dead in his ’30s. Aware of these mystical changing days, I drove home – now 4:00 a.m. My being was still and I drove very slowly. Never before have I seen so many deer out on the road, on the edges of the forest, little ones, big ones, groups of deer, husbands, wives, children… it was as if the entire natural world was out breathing the air of change which had swept the world. I was awestruck at the gentleness of these animal beings who carry such light and who reminded me of their brother Barack Obama – graceful, kind, peaceful and wise.

My friend was alright. I was so happy. She chose to stay. We all have to these days.

Lastly, I have to post this poem my dear friend Nelle sent to me today. It’s for today… perfect.

Joseph has come

Joseph has come,
the Handsome One of his age,
a victory banner floating over the Spring flowers.
Those of you whose work it is to wake the dead
back to life, get up!
This is your work-day!

The lion that hunts lions
comes charging into the meadow!
Yesterday and the day before is
gone.
The beautiful coin of Now
slaps down in your hand.

The streets and buildings of this city
are all saying,
The Prince is here.
Start the drumbeat.
Everything we’ve said
about the Friend is true.

The beauty of that peacefulness
makes the whole world restless.

Spread our Love-Robe out
to catch what’s sprinkling down
from the Ninth Stage.
You strange, exiled bird with clipped wing,
now You have four full-feathered wings!

You heart, closed up in a chest,
open, for the Friend is entering You.

You feet ,dance
It’s time to dance!

Don’t talk about the old man,
He’s young again.

And don’t mention the past
Do you understand? The Beloved,
the Friend, is here
You mumble, “But what excuse
shall I say to the King?”
The King is here Himself, making
excuses!

You say, “How shall I escape from his Hand?”
That Hand has come to help you!
You saw a fire, and Light came.
You saw blood, and Wine is being poured.
Don’t run from your own tremendous good fortune

Be silent,
and don’t add up what’s been given.
An Uncountable Grace
has come to You.

Jalaluddin Rumi