Reviving the Sacred: A Poem
… don’t think.
… Favorite things?
… without thoughts,
in the Now.
feelings of Awe
attitude of Humility
behold the Sacred---
I had been having second thoughts about working on this poem after it got flagged down, apparently for not meeting the required minimum number of words. But somehow the Sacred kept beckoning, as if telling me, publish.
So this capsule is an exploration in both lengthening the article, as suggested by a fellow hubber by explaining the poem, and explaining the experiences and insights gained in pursuing the process of publishing the poem.
Lengthening the Article
Here are our fellow hubber’s, nochance’s, suggestions on how to improve the article, especially with regard to its length:
“Write the haiku in one text box and in another text box give a couple short paragraphs explaining it. You could write about what inspired you, what you were thinking about when you wrote it, what it means to you, what you hope your reader gets out of it, and so on. This gives some extra word count without impeding on the simplicity of a haiku.”
“Oh, and at the end of your haiku hit enter a couple more times. This will put some space between your haiku and the next text capsule.”
Experiences and Insights from the Process
This haiku-style poem seems to have a life of its own from the beginning. It originated with a feeling of awe experienced during silent sitting meditation. There was no particular object about the feeling, just the sense that the feeling of awe itself needed to be written about.
How does one write about a feeling that sprang from no-thought, that is, not having an object for a stimulus?
The poem thus endeavored to list the objects encountered in our common day-to-day experiences that can invoke the feeling of awe. Provided one was mindfully aware during the encounter.
After listing the objects and feelings related to the experience of awe, and putting some more lines as finishing touches for a conclusion, I published the poem. It then got flagged down.
After the poem got flagged down, I realized it needed a lot of re-working. So I changed my mind about publishing it. I clicked on Delete hub.
The deletion notification stated that the article will be entirely purged if unattended within 48 hours. “Reviving the Sacred” was being dumped by me! Awe’s still small voice beckoned me to the rescue. I Undeleted the poem and posted the question to the community:
“How can I publish a haiku-style hub with very minimal use of words? I think the rules-detection script for word count is flagging my hub down for not meeting the minimum number of words.”
In a while, I had my answers and decided to continue working on the poem the following week.
Touched by An Angel
I didn’t expect any additional ideas or insights to come for work with the poem. But somehow during the course of the week, it seems that more experiences of the Sacred were being sent my way to reinforce or reaffirm the instruction for me to publish the poem.
The first instance was when I went to church. Since it was a week day, I got the chance to choose a seat among the front rows. From that distance to the altar, the flower arrangements were very visible. In fact, they were more than visible. I could actually feel the Sacred in their presence. I took a few deep breaths to reflect on the awesome feeling and prayed it would last.
The next experience consisted of beholding another lovely floral arrangement at the reception area of our office. Whatever the occasion was, I didn’t know. But the same feeling was there, of awe in the presence of the Sacred. I wanted to dwell in that feeling or at least to remember … I took a picture.
These experiences with the two previous floral arrangements were duplicated as I passed by a large leafy ornamental plant on the office corridor. It’s as if they were touched by an angel’s presence.
All these as if encouraging me to write on. But how exactly does one write about Presence? When a thousand words can be painted by a picture, like the song goes, a million words can’t describe Presence or Soul.
In the sparseness of the grass, the stone and the tree, maybe we have the chance to, not only experience Soul, but be Presence itself.
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