Wednesday, 17 July 2019

How to meditate


How to meditate

Drop your mind off at child-care.
It cannot go where you are bound.
Kindly say you will be back, then go.
And when it calls and cries, don’t turn.

Instead, sense your way into the pure nowness
of sensation. Every corner is alive.
Stay there. Stay. She who is all there is
Will reveal Herself, as you.
Stay.
As long as it takes. Stay.
Silence
Fully empty.
Stay.

Sense now the streaming thrum
Of everything. Thy will be done.


© Tina Shettigara 2019



Sequoia lovers: a villanelle


Sequoia lovers: a villanelle

As lovers to each other these two trees are drawn
And reach upward to infinity’s meeting place,
While woven roots entwined, resist the storm.

As lovers whose hearts, one to one, are drawn
Through all eternity, their limbs embrace
And succour and support flow, one to one;

Entwined, their woven roots resist the storm.
Rock disallows a tap root down to brace,
Yet fingers, weaving outwards, shall not be torn.

As lovers to each other, day, night and dawn
Inseparable, these two their spirits do co-enlace
And in each other’s strength, each is relied upon,

With woven roots that cannot be undone,
And as ages pass their twoness they misplace
As into each other eternally they are grown.

So may it be, with lovers, cross all space
That they should strengthen each with endless grace,
Lean into each other, as lovers, tightly drawn,
Enmesh their base, and so resist the storm.

©Tina Shettigara 2014

https://www.hikespeak.com/trails/north-grove-calaveras-big-trees-state-park-hike/
Giant Sequoia have a shallow matted root system and no tap root. For such a massive tree it looks odd to find them so commonly growing very close together, however this is advantageous to them as by entwining their roots they give each other stability. I love big trees and always feel quite moved by them.  They are ancient giants, and this "twinning" seemed to me to be totally romantic.

This poem arose to honour the wedding of my eldest daughter. It is therefore dedicated to Chaitanya and Dan.

Friday, 17 May 2019

Day after the seige


Day after the siege

Day after the siege
eyes met, embraces shared.
Connected oneness.

Day after the siege.
When senselessness looms
We all reach out to connect

Day after the siege
We affirm this is not us
We connect, are one.
Tina Shettigara December 17 2014




Enlighten me


Enlighten me

There’s something wrong with the tube light.
It’s flickering on and off, on and off.

You might say that’s better than when it was off all the time
and I was crashing about in the dark and banging into things.
So much suffering.

Then it came on and everything was so obvious …
for some timeless moments …
before it went off again.

But there was a faint halo left
so I couldn’t forget its brilliance,
and I yearn for that light.
Other timeless moments have happened along the way.
Suddenly being in the light
and then the darkness closing round,
forgetting, almost.

Then it started this flickering business.
This strobing effect is really quite distracting.
It’s driving me mad.
Sometimes I feel drunk,
sometimes nauseous,
sometimes dizzy
with all this on again, off again
state of affairs.

But now I see there’s nothing wrong with the light.
It’s on all the time, but I can’t keep my eyes open.

Time to wake up darling. You’re dreaming.

© Tina Shettigara September 2018


https://www.statnews.com/2019/02/06/detecting-consciousness-in-flickering-brain-signals/

On returning from retreat


On returning from retreat, Frankston June 2016

So, how was retreat?

I have become breakfast, tissues scintillating like Coco Pops;
I am spread thinner than vegemite with the butter showing through.
I have become the sound of softly falling rain.
I am champagne feeling the bubbles rise and burst.
As ripples circling around the duck on the pond
I ripple in all directions.
Driving, I am flying, senses spread from horizon to horizon
the air blowing through me.
Rolling to the red light, I cease to exist in stillness.
I am spread taut across the universe
so the Beloved can play infinite rhythms
upon my membranes.
Delight is shimmering here, and there, can’t you feel it?

It was lovely, thank you.
©Tina Shettigara 2016

[Note for non-Australians: the Australian national breakfast spread, Vegemite, is hated by just about everyone else in the world, probably because when they first try it they spread it thick like jam. The only way to eat Vegemite is to spread it very thin.]


https://www.theodysseyonline.com/6-misconceptions-about-vegemite
Ducks on the pond, Brahma Kumari Centre Frankston, photo: Tina Shettigara


Thursday, 16 May 2019

When Galahs show the way


When galahs show the way

Braking at yet another red light
The pressure under foot echoes dense anxiety in belly and in heart:
Running late.

But there, a row of galahs on the light pole
Lined up on the horizontal beam
Dozens of them; but they don’t quite fit
And one is relegated to the descending curve,
Slides and must take wing, flies around and wedges into the row;
Birds adjusting, and the one now on the end, sliding, taking wing,
Flying around, edging into the row;
And another slides off the end, and so it goes.

Cocooned I cannot hear their calls
The screeching chatter I know must be there.
But I am captivated and my belly laughs,
The dense knot releases, the light turns green and soon I arrive,
Heart full of joy, present and not late.
Tina Shettigara © 2016



This light pole is not even remotely like the one in the poem and there were way more galahs. Credit: https://hiveminer.com/Tags/galah%2Cgalahs where you will see many more galah pictures.
It was a pole like this,
let your imagination do the rest
I was driving past the actual location and saw these galahs on a nearby pole, so stopped to take their photo.
They waited just long enough for one snap. Taken with my smart phone.

For breasts


For breasts
A blessing in the style of John O'Donohue

We are grateful for breasts.

For breasts which nurtured us
Over whose gracious curve
Is the joining with the mother gaze
Not separate, we are grateful.

For the soft breasts of grandmother’s hugs
That heal a grazed knee
We are grateful.

For pimple breasts
Hidden by folded arms and hunched shoulders
Heralding impending womanhood,

For the blossoming of girl into woman;
And for breasts that are caressed within their first bra,
Suddenly shapely,
We are grateful.

We are grateful
For breasts, pressed in hugs from
mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, girlfriends and lovers.

For breasts ripened into glowing fruit,
And breasts which are pressed, caressed in passion
We are grateful.

We are grateful for breasts which give suckle to our babes.

We are grateful.

And yet when breasts must sacrifice to prolong our
Time with the beloved ones,
We are grateful,
Knowing
we
are
not
those
breasts.

In all these changes,
Bound by time and space
we are not this.

Yet we are grateful
For love and life.
©Tina Shettigara


Ambogio Begognone "Madonna Lactans" c1485: Accademia Carrara, Bergamo