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Once I Wrote Music

Posted by on Apr 14, 2014

Once I wrote music
In song Take to the Trees by John Koch-Northrup.there were poems,
The words of a soul in crisis,
Crying out for answers

A murder of crows cawing at
Melting glacial waters
A crevasse face carved in 100 million years of snow
Turned hot

Black beaks streaked with notes that would melt
Beats into symphony or a capella secrets
I sang in my room as a young girl

Have you watched the faces of children
Who have seen war?
They are older than they should be

Somehow mine stayed innocent.

I kept my attention on the starry nights
The touch of a lover’s hands on my starbright skin
The smell of oleander and gardenia lilting on the warm, Southern sticky air.

No religion teaches this.

The love affair with love –
Picking up whatever fragments are near you
To build a song like a bird’s nest

To hear wind chimes on Zen mountains in the
Ant piles and crawdad mud daubs
To see an astronomical catalogue in the sparkling river waters
To hear jazz in a tree
And blues in a train’s whistle

Now the lyrics fail me.

I write endless fulminations on the loss of humanity
Yearning for the birthing of the Divine.
Fill me.

Let these censured tears fill cracked earth.
Let my blood renew the soil.
My heart beat ignite the air again with electricity.
And my wanting water rivers.

No religion teaches this.

Nor do politicians.
Or universities.
Nor do fathers to their children.

Our mother dies with one last wish.

That her daughters will be set free.
That is the only song left in me.


About the Author

Christina Sarich is a musician, yogi, humanitarian and freelance writer who channels many hours of studying Lao Tzu, Paramahansa Yogananda, Rob Brezny,  Miles Davis, and Tom Robbins into interesting tidbits to help you Wake up Your Sleepy Little Head, and See the Big Picture. Her blog is Yoga for the New World.

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Recently I have found myself pondering the potential of mindfulness. It is often assumed that meditation involves finding a way to stop thinking. If you’ve ever tried that you’ll know that trying not to think has an opposite effect. As an Integrative psychotherapist London I find that living in such a busy, bustling city causes stress. My way of working draws on different schools of thought. These approaches use humanistic, existential and attachment theory whilst using practices such as mindfulness.

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