Mindless chitchat
Draining me
At a loss for words.
Consuming each syllable, this
monotonous heard
No place for strange and lucid thoughts--
fermenting in the absurd.
Sareh Donaher - Silver Linning
The musings of a poet, spiritualist, and conforming anarchist.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Sunset Strip
Because this dance, with you and I, has left me in a trance.
My bewilderment replaced by your chivalry-
Will I finally get the chance?
To waltz with all those many few who fell for true love's grip,
and dip with midnight prancers
on this moonlit strip.
My bewilderment replaced by your chivalry-
Will I finally get the chance?
To waltz with all those many few who fell for true love's grip,
and dip with midnight prancers
on this moonlit strip.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Pistachios and Prose
When we were children-
Noticing light through specs of dust,
Time slowing like monotony-
bodies feeling heightened sensations:
it was too cold to play outside- skin hurts- we squirm as it warms-up:
tingling feels like torture.
It's the little things, you said,
that make me stay with him.
Unraveling the easter-coloured tissue
paper, making up for the big things is his art form, and I am dazzled at the
sun seeping through like stained glass.
It was not like this before, but I
eased into it- the metronome slowly built a gait and now we are galloping
through this thing we are meant to savour. Except, with lightning speeds, the
colours like neon bulbs, meld into each other, everything in life looks like an
80s music video. It hurts my teeth.
But when I look into her eyes, her
grace is the same. The warmth in her gaze is kept- with ambers of undying hope.
Which, should have been lost. Could have been lost. May have been lost, long ago, but saved in the nooks of her luggage. Probably quickly packed in a roll of socks- held up between a cellophane of saffron and a bag of pistachios.
Which, should have been lost. Could have been lost. May have been lost, long ago, but saved in the nooks of her luggage. Probably quickly packed in a roll of socks- held up between a cellophane of saffron and a bag of pistachios.
We fled, you know. But they don't.
And then we say: there's no more
room.
....
Our hearts have shrivelled into the
same size
as those
same specs of dust.
Thursday, September 08, 2016
Spirits
There is a space, a room in your head,
where spirits can roam- undisturbed.
They find the path from through you spine
and slowly walk up the curve.
They knock three times at the base of your skull
where the light shines and pools.
They enter through, find peace from snares-
and takeoff their dusted overcoats.
Some have wings, others just float, and
some need neither nor.
They are related to you, through this web
we weave, through this thing we call life.
Not having lived but once- we’ve collected them
in all our dimensions of time.
They gently come, to disturb no one, but
dwell with those they know:
We’ve forgotten them, in our conscious
state, in this conscious state: our home.
Unaware, we lead these busy lives, these
lives made worthy through busy.
But when the day leads into night and busy
bleeds by attrition- we catch a furtive glimpse, a subconscious lift.
Because, we cannot reach the final end
without the very beginning,
for that, my friend, has always been the
one that’s everlasting.
The person within, the you that is all
accumulating, will always be remaining.
She knows of all the creatures who come up the curve and tell you to stop spinning.
She knows of all the creatures who come up the curve and tell you to stop spinning.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
The Light
The paisley scope of parallel skies paints rhythms in your head- draws illusions in your bed,
but you can't see the demise,
but you can't see the demise,
built castles from those lies.
The walls won't break with rattle snakes disguised as gargoyle eyes-
you shake the storm and with hubris you roam,
planting thorns amongst the clover.
But crooked is your foundation.
The light may seem as a thin veil,
but she has many proportions.
Dimensions deep-
The ones you seek, but too shallow to beholden.
Yes, you can knit this amber vest of bullet proof protection,
But light can seep through anything and catch all your deception.
An immolation you will be, despite your contempt.
The light, she has her legion, scattering confetti upon your descent.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
The Elephant Journal
I am very pleased and honoured to say that The Elephant Journal has published one of my poems!! Woot woot!! Check it out at http://www.elephantjournal. com/2016/04/collision-at-the- caspian-sea/
And, take some time to peruse all that The Elephant Journal has to offer. It is a truly insightful and uplifiting online journal that is helping to make the world, kinder :)
May you and yours be happy and healthy and surrounded by love, good music, and good poetry.
Namaste.
Sareh
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
space
Expand-
the space between each thought.
The
silence.
It oozes,
drips,
and drops-
onto the sides of the paper.
Blurring-
the lines.
Diluting,
the energies.
And it was in the space, (in this silent
space alone), between each thought,
that I found (all) that I was searching.
No need to find an anchor, it (I) was
already here.
Pure radiant consciousness, (me).
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
Disillusion
The rainfall
in my dream
sounds much more like a scream
and I wake
only to find my disillusion.
In the stillness of the night,
It finds its shinning light and, dutifully, keeps me company.
It sits in solemn prayer,
by my bedside holding air of enlightenment, and sacred
apathy.
I’m just like a child, hiding under its casting shadow
overtop of me.
I cannot shake the thought: If I leap what will cause my
stop- further grief and heartache can only follow.
So I take my rightful place, in honour and disgrace-
disillusion you can be the death of me.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Meditations on being Perfect
Meditations on being
Perfect
The other day I attended a workshop dealing with Anxiety in
Youth. I see so many students suffering from anxiety and depression, and it
feels the number grows every year. I learned a great deal of practical
information, but one thing in particular was most illuminating.
I have always wondered where the desire for perfection,
which causes a great deal of anxiety, comes from. I used to believe it arose from the way parents
raise their children, and supported at school by teachers who emphasize
excellent results. I had learned that
emphasizing effort over grades and final results would combat a drive towards
perfectionism. I also believed that
supporting mistakes as an opportunity for growth could also be a powerful
antidote, but I have since learned that it is far more subversive and
complicated than that.
My friend, a hypnotherapist, has taught me that some people,
more than others, are greatly impacted by subliminal messages, so to them it
matters more what they see and sense than what you say. I think that is where the old adage, do as I
say; not as I do, comes from- in hopes that the ideals we communicate are being
followed, rather than how we actually live our lives. But unfortunately, kids
seem to learn from what we do far more than from what we say. I remember my first year teaching, I would
tell my students to speak nicely with one another, and one day I saw them all
shushing a very loud student in an almost aggressive way. It jarred me as I realized that I shush this
boy! And I must be shushing him in this exact way, why else would 5 kids all be
shushing him in the same exact way? We
are a product of our environments and learn so much from what our parents, teachers,
and society models for us.
And, sadly, the greatest thing we are modeling, as a society
is perfection. We are all striving to be
better versions of ourselves, through our diet, exercise, home renovations,
etc. Just look at social media, those
who appear perfect have the greatest number of followers. We are a society obsessed with
perfection. And it is causing us to feel
more and more anxious and depressed, because perfection is unattainable.
While sitting in the workshop I realized that although I am
not “that parent” (that drives her kids to tutoring so that they can achieve
straight As) or “that teacher” (that gives a public prize to students who
achieve 100% on tests), I still grapple with my own desires for perfection. I
do want the house neat and tidy all the time, because people in neat and tidy
homes are always so happy, right? Well, at least they are on TV and in
magazines, so I want that. I also love
it when my nails are done and I am slim and trim. I look like the happy girls in magazines when
I achieve that goal, which means I too am happy, right? I realize that the
answer is no. But subliminally I have
been trained to think this way.
It takes conscious effort to consider the root of my
happiness, and when I do, it is never because I am my goal weight, or that my
house is clean, or that the tiles and grout in my kitchen are perfect. Those
things do bring me happiness but that happiness is fleeting and pretty shallow,
to be honest. It is not a high-impact
long lasting joy at all. What truly brings
me joy is my attitude, my health, my family’s health and happiness, and the times
that I am consciously aware of the fleeting gift of the present moment.
The workshop made me realize that all my hurried cleaning in
my classroom and at home sends my students and kids the wrong message: everything must be perfect to be good. I also realized that putting myself down for being imperfect (which I have been know to do in
front of my kids!) is really poor modeling!!
So, I vow to show everyone in my midst that I embrace
everything that is imperfect; because I am truly getting tired of the anxiety
it causes us. It makes me sad that we
are raising a whole generation of nervous perfectionists because we have not
realized that perfection is killing us! A recent study states that people eat
poorly when they are feeling badly about themselves- we eat poorly because we
feel bad about how we look. Striving for
perfection is literally killing us!
So, let’s stop feeling bad about not being perfect, and
instead embrace it because as the imperfect Gods of Egypt used to say: A
beautiful thing is never perfect.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Have we not evolved past this?
Dear fellow humans,
I, like you, saw the picture of the missing little girl Hailey
Dunbar-Blanchette on Facebook and immediately shared the amber alert. And like you, I prayed and hoped that she
would be found safe and sound and returned to her mother’s arms.
I quickly became incensed from reading people’s comments
judging the mother for not coming forward, assuming the mother had something to
do with this crime, and once they found the perpetrator, assuming the mother
was involved with him to commit the crimes. I read many insensitive and judgmental
comments written about her- the public created a monster out of a woman they do
not know and have not even seen. Once
she broke her silence, I read the comments that praised her and wished her well,
as the public turned her into their hero.
I am disappointed in us.
I am disappointed that we cannot learn to take control of our minds,
mouths, and in these days, our fingers that type-out our thoughts. I am heartbroken that we are so quick to
classify each other into binary labels- and for what? To better understand one
another? To better understand the world? No, these practices separate you from
humanity! They divide us; they alienate us from each other. They break our own connections with our own
hearts. They damage our own
relationships with ourselves and in turn our relationships with each
other.
Did it make you smart to think that the mom was implicated?
Did it make you feel good? It could not have possibly brought you any peace or
any sense of self-worth.
Imagine if you had just read the news and hoped for all the individuals
involved to find peace, love, and solace.
That would have been the ticket.
That would have actually helped the little girl, the mother, you, and
all of humanity.
Next time, tell your mind to take a break and ask your heart
to take a stand. Take a stand for what is
right. Stop judging every individual all
the time and take a moment of peace and love for the sake of yourself, and
believe me, you will be doing us all a favor.
Namaste.
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