While on holiday this summer I spent a lot of time on the water – Lake Huron’s freshwater environment and later in P.E.I. with my family, a reunion with the ocean and its tides.
When I’m on the water I love to see the watermarks left by the rising and lowering of water levels in a lake or river or the ebb and flow of the tides and the lines left in the sand. For me these signs in nature remind me of my own rising and falling. Those eternal rhythm of expansion and contraction - in energy, in capacity, in my receptivity, or ability to surrender and be open - that live in me.
I want to allow the waters to rise, and create ever new watermarks in me.
It also reminds me of a favorite poem All the Hemispheres by Hafiz. These lines in particular:
“Open up to the roof. Make a new watermark on your excitement and love.” I call this one of the pleasure poems.
We all have self-imposed limitations; glass ceilings that hem us in. We need to see the watermarks, and allow new ever-expanding marks to be formed.
What is the watermark on your pleasure? How could you open up the roof to more?
Bringing your attention to pleasure in all its forms, is a first step. Making an intention to be open to pleasure helps you keep that focused attention. Broadening your understanding of the scope of pleasure – its wholistic nature is a key too.
As Hafiz invites: “Leave the familiar for awhile. Change rooms in your mind for a day.”
I offer this poem to help you create those new watermarks and open up the roof and let pleasure grow.
All the Hemispheres
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of You.
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