Vanishing Into Life

Wondering at the mystery

And finding ourselves enthralled

Delving beneath the surface


For the chance to learn a secret


Choosing the path of intention


With integrity and purpose


Remaining honest with ourselves


And opting for true living, always


Honoring the path of knowing


With focused thought and effort


Seeking out profound wisdom


In the innocence of children


Staying present in the moment


And opening the doors of perception


Reaching out with intimacy


And inviting another into your heart


Leaving a footprint in someone’s life


And loving for the sheer joy of it


Creating the delicate balance


And taking your place in the one seat


Seeing wonder in everyday things


And delighting in what you have


Doing all this with awareness


And dancing to your own tune


Makes the journey worth the ride

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

at the funeral I attended yesterday morning, the preacher said some interesting things about
love and how the growing up process is just the primitive word for it; that learning and dying
was one in the same. On the way to the cemetery I thought about his words about the journey (knowledge)
being the final place to go for ultimate comfort. But you can only be a snob about people and
objectivity. Staying present in the moment and being true to our dying selves is the
truest Ayurveda for an alternative life. Poetry is this alternative.

Jacob, who I respect with all my heart, invited me to come visit you. And I've been smiling all
morning....Great poem.

dana

[rubie]

What profound and inspiriting thoughts! I am sorry that you experienced a loss in your life; yet oftentimes, from sad things come joy. And I would say that the preacher's words did bring you a sense of joy and peace, and I thank you for sharing them.

jacob is a dear friend. He is a gifted poet, and I respect his opinion and his work so highly. Thank you for visiting my work.

[....................]

What a beautiful image: 'vanishing into life' and somewhat sad that it has to vanish. Perhaps life is to be lived like true charity: we do not need recognition for giving of ourselves. I spend most of my time doing what you have written in this piece, especially 'dance to my own tunes' (though I am not sure what the neighbours think when I grab the dog). This is such an inspiring piece, Rubie; thanks for sharing!

[rubie]

And what a beautiful review! I'm glad you could relate so well.
Since we seem to share similar outlooks, I will be visiting your page again....

[....................]

My door is always open and though you may visit do not feel pressured to let me know you were there :)

[rubie]

A lovely "invitation"!
Much appreciated.
And I extend the same to you.

[....................]

I've been here longer than you know... geez, that sounded creepy... perhaps Arnold would suggest it best: "I'll be back!"

[rubie]

I was here a long time ago, but then my muse deserted me. She has just returned with a vengeance. She has come to take up residence, it would seem, and I'm glad she's back. I've missed her.

[....................]

The muse needs rest too and sometimes we have to push through without her and write in the wake of other poets' muses :) Glad you are back!!

[rubie]

Thank you. I did not "push through" in her absence. Forced never feels right to me.

[....................]

I agree... forcing does not always provide us with what we need but I've found it helps me clean house while the muse is away :)

[rubie]

I can understand that, but cannot do it myself.
I let the dust collect, unfortunately, and then when the flood gates open, it's a sweet release indeed.

[....................]

:) we each have our own approaches and that's what is so wonderful about life. I am off to make tea... but I shall return :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all those mysteries we have growing up----they vanish into life...like the questions we have...they too vanish into life....the reality is the journey and the dance is ours to do with our own steps.

[rubie]

Precisely, jacob.

Thank you for your review. Much appreciated.