Posted by: Jivani Lisa | January 26, 2013

Ascent

To God I ascend
sustained in caves, in high air;
seeking wisdom and prayer

Scribes of old maintained scrolls,
cherished holy truths –
new yet eternal

Striving onward, upward:
Fear of challenge – but hope of it, too

Remaining an heir of
work and prayer –
insane pain, and prayer

Heavy clouds reign
but I believe in Breakthrough
amid high terrain

Caves contain ancestors’ bones
— broken chains —
and offerings of sacred stones

Breath is held:
Halting droplets rain –
more and more

Time stands still:
My spirit soars

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | January 24, 2013

Prayer on a Roof

Perched high on a roof
overlooking the city –
prayers fly for drivers
on the distant highway.
Each car, truck, SUV
housing a soul in need
of love, guidance,
understanding.
I sense fear, anger,
sadness – also energy,
elation, intrigue –
amid speeding traffic.
Peace, I pray for peace.

Birds chirp and sing,
animating leafless trees.
My heart leaps at their notes,
desires to cling to birdsong.
In focus, birds singing;
in background, traffic humming.
No attachment, no aversion.
I get the message:
We can’t have one without the other –
all is part of life as it is now.
Present. Now.

Posted by: John | December 28, 2012

Favorite Things

Starfish hands and seventies bands;
Hawaiian sands and spiritual strands.
She’s down-to-earth
dreaming of exotic lands.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 23, 2012

Light and Peace

Christmas lights enliven
houses on dark streets:
Santa, snowmen, reindeer,
Nativity scenes.

White lights like icicles
all around; frozen wintry
scenes topped with blazing
five-pointed stars.

The priest yells, “Pentagrams!”
He gasps, “Devil-worshipers!”
He warns of the evils
of ever-present peace-signs
employed by witches.

Satan puts peace-signs
everywhere –
to make us unknowingly
worship him.

“Do not use peace-signs –
do not look at them!”

Even the pencil he used
to draw one for example
must now be burned.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 16, 2012

Molded by God

“We used to be told in the nursery that if a man were to bore a hole through the centre of the earth and climb continually down and down, there would come a moment at the centre when he would seem to be climbing up and up. . . .  If I do not know what this reversal or inversion feels like, it is because I have never been there.  And this also is an allegory.  It is certain that the writer, it is even possible that the reader, is an ordinary person who has never been there.  We cannot follow St. Francis to that final spiritual overturn in which complete humiliation becomes complete holiness or happiness, because we have never been there.”
(Gilbert K. Chesterton in St. Francis of Assisi, 1924, pp. 106-107)

I borrowed the above book from our church library because I love St. Francis – and I’m fascinated by old books.  Yes, the book is 88 years old; it’s an 88-year-old book discussing a saint who lived 800 years ago.  Reading the book gave me the odd sense of being in the 13th century, the early 20th century, and the present moment at the same time.  There’s nothing quite like being in three time-periods at the same time.  I found myself imagining the world from the minds of people 800 years ago and people 88 years ago – as well as the present time.

The above quote jumped out at me because I feel I can relate to it on some level.  Certainly, I haven’t gone from complete humiliation to complete holiness/happiness, but I’ve experienced how God can turn major disappointments into contentment.

St. Francis experienced major humiliation after setting off (seemingly at God’s command) to fight in a distant war; he flung himself whole-heartedly into knighthood because he was sure God had called him to the task.  Yet on his way to fight, he became seriously ill and had to return home.  He also had a dream informing him that he had misunderstood God’s command.

After recovering to some degree, he had a mystical experience in which Jesus asked him to repair His church that was falling into ruin.  Francis took this literally – and decided to start repairing the little church of San Damiano.  Since he had no money, he took some of his father’s cloth (he was a cloth merchant) and sold it to buy materials for the church reconstruction.  His father was furious and took Francis to court in front of the whole town.  A complete humiliation, perhaps made even more difficult after his earlier “failure” as a knight.

After this, Francis seems to have spent a period in depression and utter despair.  He literally lived in a cave for a while.  No one will ever know what he endured during this time, but somehow he emerged a changed man, as a butterfly breaks out of its chrysalis.  Through the grace of God, he emerged one day – and filled with love and compassion, he kissed a leper.  He found his vocation to love poverty/simplicity and to love the poor.  He found his mission from God.  This set him on the path to contentment, happiness and holiness.

I still don’t know what God is doing with my life, but I’ve suffered two major humiliations in my life:  (1) severe postpartum depression/suicide attempts/divorce; and (2) returning to “the real world” after following what I honestly believed was God’s call to enter a religious community as a nun.  Both of these situations seemed to remove me from the regular flow of life for a while as I spent time in darkness – waiting and wondering what to do next.  Such periods are incredibly painful, indescribable.

In both cases, I went back to doing what I’d been doing – teaching fitness classes – since I had no clue what the next step would be.  (I understand why Jesus’ disciples went back to being fishermen after his death and resurrection:  they returned to what they knew they could do [see John 21:3]).  After my divorce, I didn’t have strong faith in God; I didn’t know how to be patient and place my trust in Him.  Therefore, I made many foolish choices and suffered the consequences.  After being in the religious community, although I felt stunned by what had happened, I believed there was some point to it, that God was doing something in my life.

Step by step, using the gifts I have been given – particularly in teaching Yoga – God has led me to a place in life where I feel relatively content and happy.  My days revolve around prayer, study and work – and time with my loving husband.  I consciously choose to do everything as service to God and humanity.

As Francis was forced to give up his dream of being a heroic knight, I’ve had to give up my dream of being a holy, cloistered nun.  Out of intense pain, grief, and emptiness, new possibilities grew for Francis – and for me.  God made Francis into a soldier for Christ.  God is molding me into His own vision for the kind of bride He wants me to be for Him.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 15, 2012

No More Fear

A so-called right to bear arms,
a right to defend self.
Yeah? What about the right
to live without constant fear
of violence?

Life and love bloom
in our hearts. We long
for happiness, freedom
and the ability to be
of real service to others.

Lord, help us see that more
violence doesn’t get rid
of violence, more guns
cannot solve the problem
of guns. Change the minds

Of those who are focused on self.
Teach us to create a humane world,
a community based on respect –
where our actions reflect Your love.

Posted by: John | December 7, 2012

Eternity

Let me be.
Let me squeeze me out of me.
Maybe then I’ll see eternity.

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 6, 2012

Temptation

To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.
I trust You, let me not be disappointed;
do not let my enemies triumph.
Those who hope in You shall not be disappointed,
but only those who wantonly break faith.
(Psalm 25:1-3)

If I were given the task of designing a challenging temptation for myself, I couldn’t begin to match the one I now face. Mostly I stare at the situation, dumbfounded. Sometimes I feel terrified by it; sometimes I just laugh because of its brilliant perfection. Karma….

No, I don’t think God leads us into temptation – or if He does, it’s for our own good, to test our strength, to help us see if we’ve learned any real lessons from our mistakes. Do we trust Him? Do we get our strength from Him – or try to rely on ourselves?

Near the ecstasy there is always agony.  (My past faulty coping mechanisms were starving, hitting and cutting myself.  Dead ends.)

All my hope is in God.  I will:  “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”
(Psalm 27:14)

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | December 3, 2012

Longing

O Lord, You know all my longing:
my groans are not hidden from You.
My heart throbs, my strength is spent;
the very light has gone from my eyes.
For I am on the point of falling
and my pain is always before me.
I confess that I am guilty
and my sin fills me with dismay.
(Psalm 38:9-10, 17-18)

Lord, my desire is for You – and yet I keep doors open for the possible fulfillment of lesser desires. Help me follow the corridor that leads straight to You – and stop peeking through other doors along the way. I trust that in my union with You, all my desires – and more – are truly fulfilled. Amen. Aum….

Posted by: Jivani Lisa | November 30, 2012

Who Needs a Plot?

Painted swans swim the muraled wall,
remind him of some ballet about swans.
Yeah, Swan Lake, right.

He says, ballet plots
exist for the same reason
as skin-flick plots:

Create a reason for display
of dancing and a reason
for display of —
well, you know.

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