Susan Marie's Blog, page 6
March 3, 2019
The Human Condition with Susan Marie (What is Mindfulness?) Episode #1
The Human Condition is a weekly 10 minute audio series featuring me, you and a conversation about everyday experiences made simple.
The human condition is defined as "the characteristics, key events, and situations which compose the essentials of human existence, such as birth, growth, emotionality, aspiration, conflict, and mortality".
Episode #1 covers the simplicity, not complexity, of mindfulness including a one minute mindfulness technique for greater self awareness.
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Peace,
Susan Marie
The human condition is defined as "the characteristics, key events, and situations which compose the essentials of human existence, such as birth, growth, emotionality, aspiration, conflict, and mortality".
Episode #1 covers the simplicity, not complexity, of mindfulness including a one minute mindfulness technique for greater self awareness.
Sit back, relax and enjoy.
I rely on your feedback, so hit me up.
Please share, subscribe and follow on iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/s...
YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UC2wg77y8t0SM...
Soundcloud: @susan-marie
Subscribe to my weekly newsletter with audio: https://suemarie.substack.com/
Peace,
Susan Marie
January 12, 2019
Beacon
you are shining
a beacon offshore
the lighthouse
blazing against the undertow
the vicious waves
sharks teeth
biting and gnawing
at the calves
of the weary
a great golden Valkyrie
standing sentinel
salt stinging your eyes
as your hands reach down
palms upturned
gently, so gently
raising souls
from the darkest depths
of the underworld
and they gnash their own teeth
in awe and shock
eyes open wide
cold and drenched
with fear
Yet you do not falter
beacon, you are
Your mighty feet
are like mountains
moving through the waves
splintering slate
and driftwood
reaching those
scared to reach
themselves.
© Susan Marie
a beacon offshore
the lighthouse
blazing against the undertow
the vicious waves
sharks teeth
biting and gnawing
at the calves
of the weary
a great golden Valkyrie
standing sentinel
salt stinging your eyes
as your hands reach down
palms upturned
gently, so gently
raising souls
from the darkest depths
of the underworld
and they gnash their own teeth
in awe and shock
eyes open wide
cold and drenched
with fear
Yet you do not falter
beacon, you are
Your mighty feet
are like mountains
moving through the waves
splintering slate
and driftwood
reaching those
scared to reach
themselves.
© Susan Marie
September 30, 2018
Swan Songs
I cannot teach you languages,
nor histories of nations and men,
nor can I teach you of wars and rebellions;
but I can teach you of the stars and sky,
the silt and dirt of this dear Earth.
I can teach you why your heart flutters
at the sight of beauty
and why the touch of another
is the hand of a most holy angel.
I can show you galaxies undiscovered by mankind
until the reflection of your own soul appears,
in cloudbursts blanketing the sky.
I can tell you why your feet, bare,
long to hug the sand and soil.
You are a channel to the divine.
Do you not recognize the call of birdsong at early dawn?
How can you deny your breath and body?
It is made of the same elements as driftwood and thunder.
Your voice is that of lightning,
your breath,
the aether of ancient firmaments,
ones your ancestors sat and prayed beneath,
bedouins in the searing sun,
the sweetest eye of heaven.
Come, take my hand,
I shall lead you to yourself.
You have seen the well-worn path,
wooded and weary
by lakes and rivers.
You know the way, you may have forgotten.
Come, come follow me into what is known and unknown,
what is truth and fiction,
where there is no language,
only sight,
where swan songs are heard,
deep, meditative ruminations,
trumpeting supplications to the great Gods.
Come, come follow me into what is known and unknown,
what is truth and fiction,
where there is no language,
only sight,
and walk proudly, dear soul,
walk proudly,
into your rightful place
of existence.
© Photo & Words Susan Marie
nor histories of nations and men,
nor can I teach you of wars and rebellions;
but I can teach you of the stars and sky,
the silt and dirt of this dear Earth.
I can teach you why your heart flutters
at the sight of beauty
and why the touch of another
is the hand of a most holy angel.
I can show you galaxies undiscovered by mankind
until the reflection of your own soul appears,
in cloudbursts blanketing the sky.
I can tell you why your feet, bare,
long to hug the sand and soil.
You are a channel to the divine.
Do you not recognize the call of birdsong at early dawn?
How can you deny your breath and body?
It is made of the same elements as driftwood and thunder.
Your voice is that of lightning,
your breath,
the aether of ancient firmaments,
ones your ancestors sat and prayed beneath,
bedouins in the searing sun,
the sweetest eye of heaven.
Come, take my hand,
I shall lead you to yourself.
You have seen the well-worn path,
wooded and weary
by lakes and rivers.
You know the way, you may have forgotten.
Come, come follow me into what is known and unknown,
what is truth and fiction,
where there is no language,
only sight,
where swan songs are heard,
deep, meditative ruminations,
trumpeting supplications to the great Gods.
Come, come follow me into what is known and unknown,
what is truth and fiction,
where there is no language,
only sight,
and walk proudly, dear soul,
walk proudly,
into your rightful place
of existence.
© Photo & Words Susan Marie
