Jacob Lavallee's Somewhere in Between
dances gently through to the place
without limits.
Quietness sings
Music, simply and quietly, moving me to stillness.
Quietness in musical form.
The quietness moves through easily.
The heart opens to simple beauty.
Light falls gently.
This moment becomes home
Category Archives: Poetry
The Inner Quietness of Snow (IV)
a silence falling, filled with light
crisp
sharply fresh
sunlight, dancing its way through the clouds
flowing stillness
quiet singing
the white light of tiny crystals singing together
quiet poetry
moving light
the poetry of sunlight, falling gently down
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the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything
Sadness Sings Quietness
underneath anxiety, there is only sadness
slowing down to feel, anxiety dissolves into sadness,
into memories of loss
quietness invites those deeper notes of memory ... memories
waiting the release of healing
sadness sings
sadness becomes stillness
stillness, Infinite Life
Infinite Life, songs of healing
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sadness sings quietness,
Quietness gently singing healing into being
Fragments
in the space between
silence sings
and light shines through the broken places
inspiration comes quietly
The Inner Quietness of Snow (III)
music from silence
the white light of tiny crystals singing together
poetry from sunlight, gently falling
the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything
The Inner Quietness of Snow (II)
silence, singing
the white light of tiny crystals singing together
quiet poetry
moving light
flowing stillness
the poetry of sunlight gently falling
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the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything
The Inner Quietness of Snow
a silence falling, filled with light
crisp
sharply fresh
sunlight, dancing its way through the clouds
a flowing stillness
the white light of tiny crystals singing together
quiet poetry
moving light
the poetry of sunlight falling gently down
the inner quietness of snow
illuminates everything
The Stillness We Inhabit
stillness and words,
music from stillness
time stops, listening
stillness overflows
---
the Stillness we inhabit
sings to us
words creating life
speaking the language that cannot be spoken
Sacrament and Offering
sacrament
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quietness
stillness outside of time
illuminating everything
words
flowing by
silently
stillness
guarding the heart, illuminating
waiting
waiting for living words
words that speak
in the words
flowing by
silently
offering
___________
letting go of words
what remains, speaks
illuminating
in and out of time
Holding Space, Singing
holding space
breathing time into music
music into space
space into time
filling my soul
spilling over
into this place without limits
a quietness sings
space filled with time and music
listening
time singing
music holding space without limit
into the place without limits,
music sings space into time,
breaths time into music,
expanding,
spilling over,
singing
time stops to listen,
holding space,
filling space with music
i quietly pause,
time sings to me
holding space
singing
living words from brokenness
music moving through, stillness, a radiant intensity
feeling and seeing and knowing, words failing for their feeble smallness, words longing for living wholeness, for beginning again at the very beginning, before the ancient, fractured brokenness
feeling and seeing and knowing, broken words failing, only stillness remains
feeling and seeing and knowing, light shines through the brokenness
words fail, brokenness opens, a Word shines through
a word encompasses, is mind, body, and soul, integrates the universe
quietness overflows
brokenness transmuted into light
healing words, born again through brokenness, light shining through brokenness, brokenness singing radiant, living, infinite stillness into being
light shinning through brokenness, Life speaking new words released by brokenness
feeling and seeing and knowing
you become the words, singing again, whole again, speaking life again
you become that perfect language
for in our healing, He redeems the universe
Silence and Beauty
Silence and Beauty – Makoto Fujimura (Jundt Museum)
Immersing myself in the light and color and feeling of Mako Fujimura’s paintings, I listened over and over to Bach’s “Erbarme dich, mein Gott”, as though somehow this experience could open my eyes to the words communicating what I was feeling and seeing.
immersing, drawn into deep stillness, the quietness sings. time stops to listen, to know color and feeling light shines through the brokenness
Words feel clumsy, infinitely poor in comparison to the visual experience. But words can tell my own story of brokenness opening me to light, to color and feeling, to quietness that sings.
It becomes clear. The deep drive to express, to illuminate the experience, can only be satisfied by taking others by the hand and leading them to their own experience of listening, of seeing, of feeling. I can invite others to “come and see”, to know why their brokenness is the beginning and not the end.
For there was One broken for them and that One is ready to shine His light through their brokenness, to pour Himself into their darkness and trauma, to heal them with his Quietness and Beauty.
come and see the quietness and beauty in brokenness
Ode to My Father
Listen to the softly flowing wind creating gentle thoughts,
soft with sunlight
Strong with deep music,
feeling time only by how it sings
Misunderstood by the deaf multitude,
the blind, the dead
Though you sleep,
you live
I am your son
Letting Go
Letting go of the past, staying in this moment, I am free
Quietness draws me into living beauty I listen Music filled with stillness Stillness filled with light, overflowing
Everything is illuminated
Everything is Illuminated
words on paper produce, at best, a faint glow, a reflection, cast by the living word but those words, on paper, can kindle a response in the soul, can become doors to infinity, to living words, experienced
Other Planets
when you set my heart free --- free from this and anti-this escaping binary compressions and bondage to narrow orbits choosing the third way that opens infinity the living path inviting me to flights without limit --- life rich illuminated overflowing unbounded bright with the light of countless suns constrained by love yet unlimited infinite freedom yet running in the paths of Your command --- other planets on which we were meant to live to create to unfold no longer traded for a few shekels for mere crusts of bread for enough is a feast that opens infinity in the light of other suns on other planets without number
The Space Between
in silence a quietness sings music fills my quietness quietness, singing music, banishing all but the stillness an infinite poetry the space between overflows with light
Obi
Dogs are simple angels, disguised by their dogness, but ministering spirits all the same.
Filled with unconditional love and devotion, they are also sprinkled with flaws so as not to give away the fact they are working, under-cover, single-mindedly, to save as many humans as they can.
Their living fills us with joy, if we will but open to their joy. Their dying gives us such intense grief, it saves us from arrogance, if we permit ourselves to feel honestly their passing. And their simple, complete devotion and love while they are living disarms us so reliably, that we almost always permit ourselves to feel honestly, their passing.
Remembering them, we finally understand their mission in our lives.
We understand that love and humility are the channels through which all life and healing flow. We know that these simple, faithful friends never wavered, never faltered. We see the power of a pure heart.
Dogs are simple angels, disguised by their dogness, but ministering spirits all the same.
Connection
Loneliness,
moving through me,
flies away, having drawn me to a deeper stillness.
A vision,
flowing like music
compels me to continue on.
Expression,
fresh in its originality,
luminous and living in action and influence,
brings release.
Seeking
connection,
I find God.
The pain
of
loneliness
is transmuted
into the awe of companionship
with Him in whom I live and move and have my being.
Rage
I rage with a lonely rage against isolation, blindness and a smiling callousness, against the denial of our nakedness, our need against the illusion of goodness -- sing to me connection, sing to me life, flowing, quietly moving me to vision sing to me a fountain of companionship -- what will these gods do for you? ... these gods of all false comfort, taking credit for gifts not of their making, these gods who rob us, yet remain barren ... ... what will they do for you? I rage with a white hot rage -- Sing to me songs of comfort songs from silence silence ... singing -- I rage against cleverness, cleverness masquerading as depth, against sophistication, imprisoning the wounded soul against a proud intellect, withering the spirit -- sing to me
Scream
fear is a scream, frozen into a prison. -- light roars, silence slays fear deeper, plunging downward into silence and light -- the deep, encompassing me in boundlessness an infinite music fills the void -- silence, failing to contain the light, sings to me intensity invades me with stillness, setting me free -- light sings to me
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