{"id":6421,"date":"2019-04-19T09:46:58","date_gmt":"2019-04-19T16:46:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6421"},"modified":"2019-04-19T09:47:40","modified_gmt":"2019-04-19T16:47:40","slug":"li-young-lee-one-heart-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2019\/04\/19\/li-young-lee-one-heart-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Li-Young Lee – One Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"

One Heart
\nby Li-Young Lee<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Look at the birds. Even flying
\nis born<\/em><\/p>\n

out of nothing. The first sky
\nis inside you, open<\/em><\/p>\n

at either end of day.
\nThe work of wings<\/em><\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/em><\/em>was always freedom, fastening
\none heart to every falling thing.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Book of My Nights<\/a>, by Li-Young Lee<\/font><\/p>\n


\n\/ Image by hashmil<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

It is both Passover and Easter this weekend, a time to celebrate liberation, the renewal of life and hope and possibility.<\/p>\n

Look at the birds. Even flying
\nis born<\/i><\/p>\n


\n<\/i>out of nothing.<\/i><\/p>\n

To take flight, birds launch themselves into apparent emptiness. Of course, successful flight requires an awareness that the sky is not truly empty, but a realm of subtle substance that can support us.<\/p>\n

One must cultivate an inner emptiness and lightness in order to let go of the comforting certainty of the earth, to confidently leave it behind and meet that intangible space of open sky, and there dance among its secret currents.<\/p>\n

The first sky
\nis inside you, open<\/i><\/p>\n


\n<\/i>at either end of day.<\/i><\/p>\n

This, I think, is an important reason why practices such as fasting and other expressions of moderate asceticism are encouraged on occasion by most spiritual traditions. Forget the tormented dogmas of self-denial that tend to lead to hatred of the body \u2014 which should automatically be seen as a spiritual dead end. The real purpose of these sorts of practices is not disdain for the body but, rather, to awaken in our awareness that sense of openness, spaciousness, and inner quiet\u2026 while allowing the body to rest and regenerate and become more finely attuned to our higher purposes in life.<\/p>\n

If we don\u2019t cultivate awareness of the inner sky, the \u201cfirst sky,\u201d we fail to recognize that taking flight in the world around us is our natural expression. Instead, we fear that we will fall.<\/p>\n

The work of wings<\/i><\/p>\n


\n<\/i>was always freedom, fastening
\none heart to every falling thing.<\/i><\/p>\n

Perhaps we can think of flight as intentionally falling without ever hitting the ground. We leap into space, letting that inner emptiness lift us up. And perhaps what we thought was fear was in reality the exhilaration of the heart encountering the openness of the living moment while we soar upon nothing.<\/p>\n

(This is a poem I have featured more than once, but each time I come across it again, it carries new life, and I think, Oh, I have to share this with the Poetry Chaikhana once more!)<\/p>\n

Have a beautiful day!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Li-Young Lee<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Book of My Nights<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nRose<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe City in Which I Love You<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nBehind My Eyes: Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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\n\"Li-Young<\/a><\/td>\n\nLi-Young Lee<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

US (1957 \u2013 )
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
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Li-Young Lee has a fascinating family history. Lee\u2019s maternal grandfather was the first president of the Republic of China. His father, however, came from a family of businessmen and gangsters. During the Chinese Civil War, Lee\u2019s father was attached to a nationalist general who switched sides, which resulted in Dr. Lee becoming the personal physician to Mao Tse-tung for a brief time.<\/p>\n

Li-Young Lee was born after the war when his family had moved to Indonesia. While Lee was still a toddler, his father was jailed for political reasons for nearly two years. When he was eventually released, the family moved about for a while. In Hong Kong Lee\u2019s father became a hugely successful evangelical preacher and businessman.<\/p>\n

Lee\u2019s father was an emotional man and, after an argument, he dropped everything and left with his family, finally settling in the United States, where Dr. Lee became the minister of a small church in Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n

Li-Young Lee grew up in the US and studied at the University of Pittsburgh. He currently lives in Chicago.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Li-Young Lee<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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