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There are points in time when things change dramatically and, seemingly, all at once. As I reflect on this, I notice my resistance, discomfort and other undesirable responses to difficult life altering changes. At the same time, I believe that every challenge provides opportunity. For example, I am more able to appreciate the loving connections I have been privileged to enjoy.

Though I miss family, friends and the yoga sangha very much, I am comforted by the anticipation of being in each others’ presence again in the future.

“May we be peaceful. May our hearts be filled with loving kindness. May we have ease of body and mind.” I resolve to repeat this affirmation many times. At the same time, I know that forgetting and remembering is part of the process. Sun shines. Wind sweeps away heat. Whatever is, just is.

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So sorry readers, I rushed to post

forgetting that: “A poem is never finished,

only abandoned.”

—Gudrun

FROZEN SOULS – Updated

1
At 5:00 pm
guards would start collecting women;
children looked through bombed out eaves
to see stars, sometimes the moon.
Once there was a different kind of light—
something conscious.
A child inhaled the essence
like food she was not getting.
2
Rachel stretches. This 70 years old memory,
she thinks, and now another dangerous era.
The pandemic needs drastic measures.
And the horse porch hearth glows;
new beams mix with old.
We watch home movies.
The hitching post stands idle.

(c) Gudrun Mouw

April, 2020

A Poem

Sanskrit Chant: A Request

Om Trayambakam Yajamahe

Sughandhim Pushtivardanam

Urvaarukamiva Bhandhanaan

Mrityormuksheeya Maamritaat

(for healing & protection; to overcome fear)

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Human Predator

He rushes through
like a cold North wind;
and at his favorite stop,

his mountain lion eyes
look to scare victims
as he intensifies the night.

Fear must not
be king. May courage
reign.

Feb. 18, 2020

Gudrun Mouw (c)

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2020

Another gilded age, another Babylon
vs. the pure-hearted walkers
who don’t look for a ride,
who carry a sign: Free the Children!

I remember 1947.
Imprisoned at 3,
family gone, no food,
no water, almost died. Then,

compassion entered.
I survived.

Jan. 1, 2020, (c) Gudrun Mouw

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Welcome, recent fog for bringing much needed moisture to our dry land! No real rainfall as yet; I’m still carrying grey water out to various plants, but it isn’t sufficient…our neighbor, the forest, still suffers from extremes of cold and drought….

I think of my teacher, Sri Swami Satchidananda Yogiraj. When asked about human suffering, he taught: such suffering comes from ignorance, different from that which is caused by external forces. Some seek out pain as a way to avoid suffering. Others avoid pain to reduce suffering. However, we can choose wisdom, which tells us that that though a certain amount of pain may be inevitable, suffering is optional.

When it comes to our relationship with Mother Nature, it seems we humans have not been good caretakers of earth—we have been wasteful, arrogant and blatantly blind to the consequences of our actions. We can see evidence of this not only environmentally but also politically….I will light a candle to pray for an end to human ignorance.

—Gudrun

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