What’s It Mean?

You write a poem, paint a painting or sculpt a piece.  You’ve followed your intuitive guidance, the flow.  You stand back from it.  What does it mean?

Is your poetry or art a clue to your own inner experience or process?  Like a dream, does it somehow help with self-understanding and integration?

What do you think?

Why do certain symbols, colors, words, images attract you more than others?

Is there a story or a message for you in the poem you write?  the art you create?

Sometimes, it’s obvious.  Other times, it reveals itself over time or as you sit with it in inquiry or contemplation.

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Like with this recent painting.  I definitely feel it’s got something to say to me.  Getting quiet, I allow it to reveal itself to me.

Contemplative Prompt:
Have you written a poem or prose recently that has a self-revelation for you?  Or, a painting that you know is trying to tell you something?  Take the time to be with it and stay open to that which wants to be heard or seen by you.

Have a good day.

“the inadequacy of logical reasoning”

The title of this blog, “the inadequacy of logical reasoning” is a phrase excerpted from the definition of a koan in an online dictionary.  This is an objective of the koan–to reflect the limitations of the logical mind.

That’s why poetry works!  A poem, by its nature, inadvertently asserts “the inadequacy of logical reasoning.”  A poem is a re-organizing tool for the mind.  A poem is an emotional repository.  A poem is a download from the soul.

Recently, when I was feeling sadness and uncertainty over my sister’s illness or my granddaughter’s dietary issues, I needed a way to express this without trying to control or fix things.

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© by Christine O’Brien

Sullen is the feeling of this new day.
Who would choose to be in my company?
Are there words of wisdom I could relay
to soothe this hurt, a better way to be?

It seems I’m frozen in this sorry place.
Writing words, drawing images to abate
this well-contrived and crafted stubborn face
which staunchly hides behind this well-wrought gate.

We’re each here, wondering as we go
what is this “mortal coil” all about?
How do we find a path that is in flow?
Is there relief and trust beyond this doubt?

Is there a best way to be with the unknown?
What is this curious life I strive to own?

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A poem doesn’t have to logically solve anything.  It only wants expression and to be heard.  A certain type of integration occurs in the telling.  While logic has its place in one’s unfoldment, it sometimes falls short of what is needed in the moment.

WRITING PROMPT:
When logic doesn’t provide comfort or support, then what?  Where do your doubts lie?  Can you find a home and perhaps a healing for them in a poem?

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