Balanced Mind with Julie Potiker
What Do I Need to Hear - Guided Meditation
December 09, 2024
Right now, in this moment, what is it you need to hear? Julie Potiker helps you focus on that question through this guided meditation. She completes the meditation with the poem, "Reciting Poems to Each Other in a Difficult Time", by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Reciting Poems to Each Other in a Difficult Time, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
It might have looked as if we stayedin our respective squares—nine separate rooms made of pixels—but for an hour the poems we shared leapedthrough the screen and into our bloodstreamuntil all our lines were gloriously blurredand our wounds were gently tendedby the medicine of Berry’s day-blind starsand Wellwood’s ferocious dance of no hope,Hopkins’s shining from shook foiland Roethke’s wondering Which I is I?In another time, there would have beena fire at the center. Someone would play a drum.But in this time, I felt it inside me, the fire,as poems blazed to meet the great cold.I felt it inside me, the human drum,that reminds me the heart beatsnot for itself, but the world.For an hour we spooned each otherthe honey of poetry. Alone now,I still taste it, unfiltered and raw,this astonishing sweetness on my lips,this salt of lyric communion,still feel the warmth of that blaze,the spark still dazzling in the dark.
–Rosemerry Wahtola Trommerfrom A Hundred Falling Veils
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Reciting Poems to Each Other in a Difficult Time, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
It might have looked as if we stayedin our respective squares—nine separate rooms made of pixels—but for an hour the poems we shared leapedthrough the screen and into our bloodstreamuntil all our lines were gloriously blurredand our wounds were gently tendedby the medicine of Berry’s day-blind starsand Wellwood’s ferocious dance of no hope,Hopkins’s shining from shook foiland Roethke’s wondering Which I is I?In another time, there would have beena fire at the center. Someone would play a drum.But in this time, I felt it inside me, the fire,as poems blazed to meet the great cold.I felt it inside me, the human drum,that reminds me the heart beatsnot for itself, but the world.For an hour we spooned each otherthe honey of poetry. Alone now,I still taste it, unfiltered and raw,this astonishing sweetness on my lips,this salt of lyric communion,still feel the warmth of that blaze,the spark still dazzling in the dark.
–Rosemerry Wahtola Trommerfrom A Hundred Falling Veils
This podcast is available on iTunes, iHeart, Blubrry and everywhere you listen to podcasts.
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