About Lansing Day

Writer, Educator & Artist ~ Founder of "Empowerment Heart Song Drumming" for well being and success.

Flash

Today my walking seemed steady enough.
Considering the truth of flash, it’s amazing that anything
can stand.

Sky and Earth flashing in and out of existence
faster than the speed of light makes any concrete
“here and now” truly a miracle.

My mouth and breath are locked and unlocked this way.
The list is never ending. Time and no time together.

When I place the dog dish of food on the kitchen floor…
Miracle of miracles!

The food remains quite nutritious, stays in the dish,
my dog regards me with love; nothing falls into empty space.

Even now as I write, though multiple languages
and non-languages from many lifetimes
come and go, I still can show up, here.

Singing the praises of flash!
Do you hear?

What of this I, this you, who senses
all things everywhere.

Rhythms for Health and Healing

This morning, while out walking, I’d gotten some insights around the subject of the alluring power of artificial rhythm in modern music.

Drum machine beat-tracks embedded as foundational; some computer composed music made on “Midi”, for example. Switched-on rhythm tracks played as accompaniment to live playing on a key board or for any live performance.

SO alluring, and Beautiful so often, masterful really!

Also I see — so subtle and potentially unbalancing.
Perhaps supporting or creating a condition of stress?
Mind-body-spirit “non-coherence”.

We know that any Rhythm Machine makes a perfect clock time pulse, with perfect divisions of time…so unlike the simple, variable tempo of the heart in a relaxed, naturally intelligent body.

One day perhaps the music industry will offer the music consumer, seeking Natural Rhythms Only, a helpful label — “NR Safe”.

I for one would welcome that!
Rhythms made by Humans, naturally.

What’s mind-body-spirit Coherence?
“Coherence, Mind, Body and YOU” by Dr. Laura Gravelle

Coherence, Mind, Body and YOU…

“Follow the Child”

Etched in my consciousness is “Follow the Child” from my Montessori years teaching grades 4-6.

For me, it never meant “walk behind and be co-pilot”. And heavens no…it never ever meant “close your eyes and follow”.

Adults need to be adults. We have experience, which is key.

But have we not lost some measure of freshness, of innocence?
How often do we practice seeing clearly and telling the truth?
Telling it like it is?

For me, Follow the Child means OBSERVE.

So here we are.

Observe — stop, look and listen.
Be silent, Be humble.

What are children pointing to?
What are children pointing to
in themselves, in us?

Let’s ALL Open the Heart
and tell the truth.

No more hiding.
No more lies.

Water Spoke

Calling long and deep
into the bottomless well of me,
my heart, I posed a wordless question
that water–free–be invited to speak.

So I listened I paused I listened–
opened and dissolved
fear in me.

Water of my hands
woke up, sprung up.

Water of my feet.

Water of my eyes,
my brain.

There were no parts of me
my invitation was not reaching.

Little baby faces all that water was–
and each, an innocence,
a living breathing star.

And therein
other starry lights.

Green and azure golden
shot high and all around me.

Rainbows spinning, under and over-lacing,
composed a heaven’s tapestries.

Equal Loving

Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,
she’d blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
and lend a listening ear?

I’d only said in a lizard way:
I love you.

Who would have thought — when that stone heard me
loving her, it would, it seem, speak back?
Loving stone too, I was!

Stone, I so admire your villages.
I smile to your many stone peoples.

I eavesdrop on universal questions posed
around sacred fires carefully tended.

And around one hearth, among
cinder specks scattered– that one minute wisp,
grain of cinder there.

Dare I say I love you too?
I do! I do!

In that cinder grain I hear —
worlds of stars, sweetly singing!

By way of explanation, reader friend,
such is what a practice of
loving all beings equally
has made of me.

Crazed being?
Could be.

But could you nonetheless
accept the possibility
and likewise go love adventuring?

If you’d prefer, we could earnestly
and objectivity talk it all through.

Or say ~ Love come!

Speak through us.
Teach us how to listen.

Waterbone

I have known heights, aimed
like a bullet to the top of my head.

Known forbidden songs, jagging
placid landscapes.

Waterblood water bone — my body,
incessantly had cried out to me.

How long the abuse, how long!

In the barreled pit of my sober life
up from common sense–snapping into it,
my soul had come alive.
Alive I say.

By grace I breached.
Free in the wind.

All Kingdoms of water —
hear now the words of my tears.

Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!

I slam on the brakes, tear off the roofs
of my steel compartments.

I see sky and feel in daylight all the hidden stars.
I declare — the emperor of death
has no clothes.

I scatter forgiveness, unjudging,
across all the fattened streets.

Over the graves of ancestors, I vow.

Oceans of me are singing.
Spinning angels’ symphony.

Water, I shall love you.
I shall speak up and protect you.
I shall fight for you.

I shall fight and die if I must.

Ten times ten give my very life
— that you live.

Breathe Stars

Right now–dare to live.
Stop insisting on chasing death.
Stop trying to die.

Quit the grand delusion,
for you shall never die.

Grow your wings and fly to the mountaintop
of your world. Breathe stars.

Bravely go alone. Yes, you can do this.

In your average day — exercise conviction.

Draw in golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.

It is nothing less than soul’s power-fuel.

Inhale slowly.
Experience the gentle music of love’s fire,
as flames pull up a chimney stack, up pipes of ovens.

Faith builds with such breath practice.

Greed cooked away.
Anger transformed.

Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.

Prepare that your purpose
shall speak to you.

Breathe starlight.

Are you surprised
that you feel no heat?

Your unique timelessness
awaits your recognition.

Bees

from where I am now at home,
easy on my blue couch

I had a wisp of a thought
and at that — circles of you
spiraled and cut messages in the air

clockwise danced around dangling
pinpoint flowers holding
sips

white and white again, each petal
accompanying rush of shallow river water
talking over rock

if I had had the notion to
carry you home in a pocket,
would you have nipped at me on the way?

this is to say
I have carried you home today
and you are now no further from me
than my very breath

this is ever so

I buzz
while you fix dinner

Flow Awareness

With a shift, an inkling, concepts dropped
and I was all of my true name.
I felt etched in moving water.

I streamed me, was as water frozen,
as water falling, water drifting
as fog, as cloud.

I was mini-singular, H2O.

My two hydrogen rabbit ears
danced five different ways,
and my oxygen laughed and sang,
(what a fabulous team!)

Sundried, now as the clock struck noon,
I found my feet and stood.
I built myself of basaltic rock.

Tower of Babel–polyglot soundings
in cyclic revision spoke intelligence,
spiraling I was.

I inverted. I apt dived down
and in my transitions,
I grew rounded and hollowing.

I was Earth. I was Center.
Was Sun at Earth Center

where timeless pinpoint passages
snatched me home again.

O, boundlessness.
I have no name.

Year Ending

Altogether I was walking a familiar path,
when strangely my shoulders felt pressed embraced.
My two feet moved so fast; I felt levitated!

Along my lower spine a surge of traffic came —
particles and waves of sunlight
from the center of the earth.

HI HO! my trillions of cells exclaimed,
stretching borders of their community kingdoms.
To reach to nourish to receive it in.

This is all of why I am simply here, I think.
To stop, to sense, to listen.
Call it love.

How is it that such magic happens?
Bless this place at year’s ending.