After Gravity….Before the Stars

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I don’t know if you saw the movie that came out this past November called Gravity.   The movie is beautiful and horrifying at the same time. In any case, it is not essential that you see the film in order to feel the energy of this writing.

The lead-up to the poem is this–  

I was so affected by the intensity and magnificence of the film, that I could barely communicate with my husband and son as we left the theater and arrived home. I felt like the woman in the movie in a way I could not explain.  Once home I walked alone, looking at the night sky for some time.  I wrote the skeleton of this poem at that time.  Then a month later, I was (am) at my Qi gong training, away from my usual business and busyness.  And in the middle of the night when I couldn’t fall back to sleep, I got up and finished the poem in a couple of hours.

I am grateful to enjoy this kind of writing, hope you will too.  Best read slowly.

After Gravity…..Before the Stars

 Feeling an urge for the magnificent,

she closes the door behind and

pulls her eyes up to the night sky.

Trembling and deep,

a singular breath breaks the quiet.

Stars cradle the night.

glimpsed between the moody thicket of clouds.

She can feel them.

She does not need to see them to know

just how they embrace the earth.

The Seven Sisters in their triangular house,

bright and solitary Venus,

the angles of the Dippers, large and small.

and beyond the named ones

orbit the rest of the protectors, helpers,

the angels of the night.

The spotty clouds, still lazily forming and reforming,

now speak to her–

“We are of the earth. Made of the same elements as you.”

Same as me?  she wonders, then imagines

the stars as her sisters…clouds her brothers.

While musing

understandings breaks away and regroup.

What is anything but a way

of capturing and releasing in another form?

Am I capturing the clouds in my mind,

capturing the stars in my feeling?

Suddenly she understands as clearly as if

she were holding in her hands the chain made of thoughts,

linked to produce concepts, words, feelings.

Tonight a hooded walker is stabilized by gravity,

aware of the cradle of stars surrounding her,

surrounding earth.

She walks, hands in pockets,

shivering from the brisk air and the revelation.

Silent stars revolve inside her,

micro universes with orbits unseen, unfelt.

Gravity puts one foot in front of the other.

She thinks about gravity,

and how it keeps thoughts stable and moving.

Strains break off and reform, cloudy thickets of brain stuff,

coming together as never before and never again.

Arriving at the doorstep, a pinprick point

in the galaxy she calls home,

the flashlight is still upright by the door.

It did not spin off, revolving in its own orbit.

It is stable, as is the doormat,

as is some part of her.

The micro orbit of cells and particles,

named and unnamed frontiers of the inside universe

continue their ancient revolution

as her hand reaches for the doorknob.

Gravity is unwavering.

Forms break away and reform.

Micro and macro orbits continue

beyond what she can know.

Awareness is a name for life,

stable yet always moving

in the now and in the ever.

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Shakta Khalsa

Nov-Dec. 2013

 

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Shakta Khalsa writes this blog, has been teaching yoga and children for over 3 decades, author of several yoga books, mother of a teenager, happily married to Kartar for over 30 years, and oh yes--founder of the Radiant Child Yoga program, a teacher training program for keeping kids joyful, aware, strong, and beautiful. It works for us adult children too...
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One Response to After Gravity….Before the Stars

  1. Nam-Hari Kaur says:

    So beautiful Shakta! Thank you for sharing your insights and poetry. I too have been feeling understandings bubbling up into my awareness that just as we are part of the Universe, perhaps we are like God to our cells, which live in a universe of their own. Perhaps our Universe is like a cell in the body of an even bigger “world”. Fascinating….

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