→Into childhood I go←
Nothing to Know
◊Return to Innocence◊
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Inspiration:
This poem & imagery are inspired by the wonder, innocence, & freedom of childhood.
The image of the little girl is from a Easter photo session. I then added some elements to the scene as well as our beloved rescue kitty Samantha Pearl. The home in the distance is the suburban home I grew up in and where most of my fondest sun filled memories come from.
The memories flash in an instant
We are there
Walking the streets of our neighborhood
Navigating within the home we grew up in
All the scents, tastes, colors, & magic dance again ~ as we bring to life moments of childhood that we revisit again & again
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Parenting the inner child
We are the parent to our inner child. An important aspect of our evolution is nurturing, reassuring, enlivening, listening, & being an active participant in fulfilling the requirements of our inner child ~ until maturation ~ so that our inner child thrives in its true innocent state. This is our true self.
Offer affirming supportive self love and talk to your inner child ~ especially when you look into the mirror.
Incorporate balance in life ~ the heart centered life is childlike ~ the purity of the child & carrying out this spirit is the world opening up to you again ~ open the door.
⊂Have a homecoming with your inner child⊃
∴Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”∴
Let’s strengthen our bond with our inner child ~ providing loving care ~ being the comforter ~ assuring her or him that they are deeply loved, adored, & looked after. Engage in activities that cultivate this reuniting ~ continuously ~ so that our inner child is fully integrated & acknowledged as a living consciousness within us ~ allowed to come out to play, to explore, to express, to run free…….
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♥Our heart yearns for us to be in our child like state♥
⊥In Truth we stand before the Almighty as a little child⊥
Reclaim your inner child
Be at peace with any dissonance
Trusting as the child does
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Part of our self care routine is to honor our inner child
Slow down ~ rewind ~ bring it into Now
The door opens….our inner child
playing games, sleepovers, skipping
candy daze ~ sugar pop pop ~ jolly lolly
the swing set, spinning in circles, coloring
singing, the park, playing dress up
barefoot on the grass ~ running through the sprinkler
non stop giggles ~ cartoons ~ the call that dinner is ready
endless Summer days, ice cream, staying up late…
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the child like spirit
↔as fast & as wild as the wind↔
⊕alive, revived, healed, & whole⊕
∴Let’s resurface the carefree wonderment of childhood & maintain that sense of fascination, newness, & buoyancy∴
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ζOur Surroundings Influence Usζ
The house I grew up in had a variety of art displayed ~ where often I would look into them & experience deep visceral responses that carried me off into other worlds ~ an enigmatic something that seemed in juxtaposition to this world.
I am including images of the paintings of such art. I make mention of a few in the poem.
An interesting aspect of abstract art & other kindred art ~ ~ is that one has to bring themselves to the art, in that it defies in a sense what we consider “conventionally” to constitute our world, so in an attempt to “make sense” of it, one must go into the art piece to make heads or tails about it. One example is Paul Klee, who was influenced by & created in the styles of Expressionism, Surrealism, & Cubism. One of his paintings we had in my childhood home that I saw pretty much every day is below.
“Realistic” stylized art in some respects lays it out for you ~ where one feels a footing. Abstract art & related art demands more of our full attention to come to terms with it. It is more of a heady intellectual interaction, as well as evoking emotive sensations personal to oneself. Certainly all art offers this to some degree, however, abstract art & its kinfolk is so wide open that it calls us to meet ourselves within it.
So, often while laying on the couch, I would look into these works of art ~ engaging in some kind of silent enigmatic dialogue ~ that seemed to whisper to me & open doors within my awareness of hidden passages that I would travel into.
Studying about art we resonate with & getting to know the artist (s) influences, inspirations, whereabouts, etc…is helpful in developing a deeper connection to them & their artistic expressions, however, ultimately we encounter ourselves within it.
Here are some of the paintings I grew up looking at in my childhood home.
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Jackson Pollack Autumn Rhythm
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Paul Cezanne Still Life: Plate of Peaches
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Paul Cezanne Still Life: Peppermint Bottle
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Toulouse Lautrec Jane Avril
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Paul Klee Senecio
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Pablo Picasso Three Musicians
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My reference to “Nothing to Know” is about all that is needed to know in a given moment will make itself present.
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→Into childhood I go←
Nothing to Know
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From suburban sidewalks to beachy shores
I lay my childhood foundation
I walked those sidewalks, barefoot, friendships were born
the neighborhood, in a circle it goes around
free & feeling each step like a newborn
hypnotic light shimmering I would exclaim
thick ~ yet like a pillowy cloud
a pathway unrestrained ~ fire breathing details ~ in flame
containing some vow, heaven’s crown ~ all abound
the air was sun ~ encrypting ~ transmitting
a new beginning had begun
the sky lifting ~ gifting ~ drifting
the sights I did see
nature offering me Her decree
each home & lot musically contained
some I thought so warm & some I would refrain
magic & innocence it needed no name
it burns inside, like a candle flame
I saw it in the trees around our house
trees like a prayer shawl
they would whisper & call ~ into night fall
long flowing hair, patterns, strawberry pillow sew
I would walk in the sun
in rhythm and movement ethereal undone
Nothing to know
Into childhood I go
the streets, the grass
the way she would stand, how he called to me
I saw it everywhere
some magical air ~ honey colored air buried there
atmospheric air ~ in each stare ~ so aware
each car & car ride ~ it is so alive and in colors too
If it was not present, I would wonder why, frustrated ~ I must fly
but in a twinkle of time, it bore again, in the next moment
I felt it again
a free reign, coming out of right brain, its domain
the white dining room table ~ some kind of mystical fable
the doors of glass spill out to the backyard
mysterious & divine I breathed it in many a time
it was so thick, I thought surely all saw and felt it too
the family room palette velvety purples pinks with bricks
mix with Jackson Pollock plus a French milieu
the naps on the fusion of colors, I looked up and saw the bluest sky
but was inside, inside of me
if the TV bored me, I would look out the window ~ Shinto
nature revealed to me, as it does to its young
it spoke a language no one else spoke of
don’t you feel what I feel?
I could not articulate my words
I fell to my knees when I saw a bird
passing along its holy word
its song of heaven, it knows the way
I would run up and down the carpeted steps, as if flying in a delirious sway
dinner in the air, toaster & oven lights, sounds in the kitchen
a meal of delight
why is everyone so serious ~ that really feels laborious
oh my these flavors
I must savor
all so surreal, yet real ~ let’s say our prayers
major, minor, life savors, and highly favored
I dream & fly an endless kite
it’s going to be a good night
in the morning we would walk to school
head West, books in hand, friends at my side
walking is freedom, too bad the destination was prison
except for first grade, the rest was futile
you must be kidding
none taught an expanded view
like on top of a mountain
touching the sky
up so high ~ eternal fountain ~ no limits I would cry
restrictions, rules, ridiculous sighs
I have no use for that now like I did then
certainly some day your manual will end
all will be born again, as the true child sings
take up thy wings
no strings, bells from heaven ring
merry a melody, neither too fast nor too slow
perfect in the breeze, green light go
Into childhood I go
yes, some candy & cupcakes will do, pretty napkins and plates too
green apple perfume & green apple now & laters to chew
dodge ball in the street ~ that’s where we would meet
our door, we leave it unlocked ~ but do please knock
with the rain of showers, the thunder I felt its power
I walk now again the suburban sidewalks of youth
open to the path, the sun, the light, the fairy takes the tooth
everything so textured new
Paul Klee’s abstract would take me away for hours
in my mind my imagination would turn
he must know the dance of the formless form
norms, what norms?
platforms, transform, a stage to perform
new art forms, free form, life forms
all held in uniform
I sled in the snow, took to the gold of Autumn’s glow
new rising in Spring, in the Summer cool off with a trip to Westwood
the water in the pool drew me closer to Source
the flow, the ease, zero force
above & below the wingspan of the crow
Into my childhood I go
such plenty I notice in each flower
fresh eyes newly cleansed in a sun shower
I walk the suburban streets of my childhood again
everything swirling moving like zen
Would you like to take my hand?
mystical, grand, we stand
all we know, like a child
Edgar Allen Poe
Into childhood I go
the trumpet sounds
Into childhood I go
Nothing to know
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Great Blessings to be as the child again!
Great Blessings of childhood innocence & freedom 🙂
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