Monday, January 28, 2013

Mid Winter Gathering

Tadasan Center for Natural Healing is happy to announce:

Mid Winter Healing Gathering!

Sunday, February 3rd
10 :30 AM-  1 PM
Port Jefferson, NY

We will gather for guided meditation, relaxation, Kate's "healing sounds" on piano, and a pot luck brunch.
Looking forward to seeing new and old friends, as we witness winter being MORE Than half over!

Kindly RSVP by Friday, February 1, 2013. 
To confirm your space, and for directions, and share what you'll be bringing to the brunch~.....(please: no dairy wheat or sugar!) Thank you in advance!
kindly email Kate Lamberg, at katyajo@gmail.com

Namaste': The highest in me bows to the highest in you!
Bright blessings on this snowy wintery day!



seven haiku, written to solo oboe melody


release

pressure subsiding
cork pulled out of the bottle
champagne bubbles joy

warmth

sun hits the canvas
afternoon light makes colors
fresh casaba melon

why try

why try to exude
the light that makes up every fiber
like sea tries to be wet

be love

become river's source
no need to mirror love- be
love, as spilling violets

love keeps the beat

wind sweeps the flowers
love keeps the cadence alive-
heart heals over tea

bless & forgive

bless all that rises
earthly scented-  hearty rye
crunchy soft- forgives

"one" in our willingness

breaking bread with all
who are willing to enter-
allowing silence

Kate Lamberg
12/19/12





squirrel friend photo by Kate Lamberg

even on cold dreary days


even on cold dreary days
our peripheries
can catch a glint of sun,
a speck of red in a bird's wing

tiny green leaves
poking through the snow
a flash of light from sun
hitting the cold glass window

traffic moves without a  pause
to remember what in dream was running
through my head at dawn- a consoling vision:
somewhere in a  meadow, a fawn sighs



Kate Lamberg


photo by Kate Lamberg~

Sunday, January 27, 2013

giving life


"But giving life  is not so easy. It means kindling the life force where it was not; even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
~DH Lawrence, Complete Poems

we are deciding at every busy intersection
to put our blinders on, and let the crash
come from all sides- in a swirl of holy

chance- like lightning
bolts ricochet straight
to heart's tightly held apple core

or at the traffic light, when the red
seems to last forever, we can choose
to break open the six pack of our heart

a crackling foam, the remnants of tidal
waves returning to its origin,
a brush fire of compassion

cradling the baby who knows
the breaking open of the chest nuts,
the dancing delight of one's toes

happens in one heavenly moment,
lasting as long as eternity does show-
an orange lantern burning in the piling snow

Kate Lamberg



light dusting of snow~photo by Kate Lambeg

to remember who we are


if we are truly moving away
from the world of appearances- to grasp
the clear turquoise essence

which is our nature- known
in the watery environ
of the heart at peace

swimming, like lotus
within the huge blue ocean
and among the green pine groves

where home is found:
one hand scooping sand
another hand diving in

to meet that hand
a perfect stranger who knows
your pain as hers

your smile as hers
and is willing to drop
all judgements into the sinking sand

and walk with you, throughout
this pearlized land
for another round of honouring

all that we have come to be
all that allows the sun to shine
and moon to glow

all that stars and galaxies reveal
within the broad spectrum of colors
among each and every flowered song

this prayer-a choiceless benediction
however sad, mad, joyful or glad
your essence is known through this

now moment of gliding on sinking sand
holding the hand that is your own
and never ever letting go

of the pure presence- our birthright
we were birthed to transcend the doubts
that some may try to force feed us

but it is only watery rivulets
running back into the salty sea of delusion
for another million centuries

we know it is true
because walking in one's shoes
of integrity feels so good

light directing light: no clinging
to gurus for questions, answers,
or themes to drill into grey mines

we are doing just fine on our own
thank you creator spirit
and souldancer who comes to visit

and is welcome to stay as long
as grasses grow as high as grist mills
and birds soar, float with clouds

fading from view, yet always
experienced with one open heart
moved to dance, to sing, to feel

everything vibrating deep purple gold
it's in our own psychic sphere
always, it is here to hold


Kate Lamberg
1/23/13


single candle light inside crystal bowl~ photo by Kate Lamberg

Saturday, January 26, 2013

winter branches

                                                             winter branches  paint
                                                            eerie pauses, within soul's
                                                               reaching for the light

dancer's soul


"If I could tell you what it  meant, there would be no point in dancing it. " Isadora Dunkan


sun does not care if you get her scheme
she can be trusted to rise above the purple mountains
joining her sweet friend, wind in a gale of laughter
painting our winter faces ruddy red- melting

our cold countenance- gently slipping her warm tongue
across the icy mid afternoon january sky- causing us
to stop, praise and sigh-- for we are gravitated
to what our essence is- it's not extravagance

that takes us by the hand and leads us
to the promise land--but simple gestures
"oh i know you--i know that pain..
won't you come walking sometime"

there are trees we could gaze at for hours
and in time there will be flowers
we need not say a word
our soul in sleep does float

up through the branches of beech
and like a bird knows the proper time
for plumping the nest, getting restorative
rest- no agenda, choreography, only this

another day as a green glass pitcher
sitting beneath the huge grey beech tree
receives the rain, allowing passer bys
a small drink of heaven--and when

the skies fill with snow--each branch
receives just enough for postcard elegance
& not too much to cause a break
in beauty--beginnings burst open

in the song you remember from
a misty morning, one spring
when the yearling
was born singing

Kate Lamberg
1/24/13



google image

Friday, January 25, 2013

beginner's mind

beginner's mind shines
in full moon opalescence
open and ripe to learn


haiku and photo by Kate Lamberg


Saturday, January 19, 2013

i woke to the haunting cries of wind-


i woke to the haunting cries of wind-
sent clear across the dormant field
upon the hard earth of winter,

where in spring, the cherry blossoms
know they are welcome to burst forth
as gabriel plays his horn of fortune

songs of sweet sunburst days
lingering 'neath pink blossomed trees
and dainty angels keeping picnic

blankets from blowing
in sweet spring wind, let me be
able to endure the cold and dark awakening-

pitch black uncertain trembling
two a m coiled in thick blankets
awakening- the haunting wind

clear strong wind brushing
cold across the frozen pond-- trapping
leaves and green pine fronds

those who have passed through
this world-- like a sharp needle diving
into soft material- creating a needle pointed 

pillowed scene-to last the rest
of all our winters' chilling-as long
as we find the presence of stilling


Kate Lamberg
1/18/12


partially frozen pond-photo by Kate Lamberg~

Friday, January 18, 2013

shoes of woven grass


Poem's title is the title of a chapter in the wonderful book i am reading, "Footprints in the Snow", Sheng Yen's autobiography.

walking through snowy
fields, with only woven grass
shoes- feet, so close

to the earth--mirth is
not something to attain, or
go seeking-- just now,

no leaning on trees
nor holding the breeze in palms
as we are the  wind

no traps, no freeing
no holding, no letting go
spiraling dance of snow

no preparations
no need to clean up one's act
dive in to life's river

dreams never ate you
words shared to elevate-not
denigrate, balance

a seemingly troubled world
the absurdity is our believing
we could change anything

why would we wish to
if we knew we had
all the treasures

tucked safely
within
our sovererign souls


Kate Lamberg
1/16/13



photo by Kate Lamberg~

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

awakening though falling

the fall is either you-- being welcomed
on hard ground, or you-- being shut down
by the cold cruel system--
so you blow the joint

and fill a back pack with the bare bones essentials
and you walk out the back door and do not look back
even though you are curious to do that; you walk with
long lunging strides through the cold winter's air, without

a care in the world--because worries are in the past
and you are in the present, presently placing
one foot in front of the other-- a sacred dance
that got lost in the the family tree, sometime

around napolean--and like a kite,
got stuck in the hollow
of the beech tree
for two hundred years

this walk that you have
just embarked upon
is now your way of saying
clearly, without debate

this is your path-
kindly step out of the way
soul's worship is a solo affair
and truth walks with self-respect

nary straying from the core
no more practicing for perfection
as the mist is finally settling in
for the evening- dust slowly

drifting to opposite sides
of the living room
its green shining
against the opposite wall

leaves a warm comforting
feeling, like saying what
you really mean--without fear
of your distaining- no apologies

in le grand amour scheme, la plaza
of de mayo, or ponce de leon --leave it
to betsy, barbie, and
manhattan clam chowder


Kate Lamberg
1/13/13


flying friends, photo by Kate Lamberg

the moth will continue


We're fascinated by the words - but where we meet is in the silence behind them.
~ Ram Dass

the moth will continue
to be curious, flutter up
to the nearest light bulb
seeking moth-er, bathing
in the warmth of the light
seeking what is outside
of her grey noisy wings

as we do our best
to communicate,  with words
living  thousands of miles
away from each other-
sometimes pausing
in between our words
to breathe, to sneeze

to hear, to realize
the spaces
in between our words
hold connection's power--
as silence always
houses the strength
of the soul

Kate Lamberg
1/13/12




one sea gull in between shore and sea~photo by Kate Lamberg

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Thank you Marsh Hawk Review!

I am so honoured and happy to have a few haiku in the current issue of Marsh Hawk Review. Many thanks to one of the editors~ Tom Fink.
Link: http://www.marshhawkpress.org/Review%20Frame.html .

'Let everything..' Rilke poem.

Let everything happen to you,
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final

Rainer Maria Rilke


photo by Kate Lamberg


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Paramahansa Yogananda Quote~"Live quietly..."

Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself.
~Paramahansa Yogananda

Monday, January 14, 2013

she flips ahead...to spring


"when you plant the seed of love, it is you that blossoms"
~Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati


looking through spring seed catalogues
she flips ahead, to see the trees and the blossoms
her impatience wants the flowers; she does not want
to do the work of the planting

taking each seed
as thoughts unexplored
she rolls the hard tiny babes
in between her forefinger and thumb

all thoughts stop on a dime
she enters dream time
seeds begin to grow  tulips
out of her fingertips

huge red hisbiscus grows
flavorful out of her mouth- now,
pushing out of her ears, pink cosmos
love's unattachment buries infertile fears

out of the center of her chest--one tea rose
can you imagine--just suppose
daisies joined hands with portulaka
then--zinnias might rest with zuchinni blossom

Kate Lamberg


pink gold rose, at portland rose garden~photo by kate lamberg~

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

dreaming of meadow sweet





dreaming in orange
little nerve, guts, or sinew
just showing up underneath
the branches of meadow sweet

berries changing from brilliant vermilion
to gold finch yellow in january's bright
late morning sun- back aligned with red
brick building i call home-warming both

sides of my erector spinae, as forehead
heart, solar plexus and tummy swell
with increasing sun-  feet planted
in the dormant garden- pictures

of floating purple and blue flowers
and massive patches of warm green
grasses underfoot allow me
to endure the bitter cold;

stories never ever told
speak to me on worn wooden
shudders- slats, painted once red,
then gold, then green- impossible to have seen

them in gold, when i've spent my life
as a mercurial silver dancer
panning for flat skipping stones,
down by the river side

where minnows do not hide
& black willows stand like horses,
patiently waiting for the warmer weather
to go dancing on the open deserted  fields

to beat the drums, as hoofs push through
tallest grasses, abandoned apple orchards
each step, allowing the soaring higher
i think i even saw the horse's head

blend into a passing cloud
naying out loud
praise wide open spaces
and all those who enjoy the graces

within the spinning--
the tough hoofs and gentle hearts;
mountains move in our absence,
amidst our  inattention to details





Friday, January 4, 2013

New Moon Healing Retreat

 
Tadasan, Center for Natural Healing
is happy to announce our monthly retreat~

~New Moon Healing Retreat~*~

On Sunday, January 13th, from 10- 12:30 PM

Gentle yoga, guided meditation, deep relaxation.
"Healing Sounds"~live piano music-composed and performed by Kate.
Also, a sampling of Kate's "light touch" healing method.

Balance/Recharge/Rejuvenate~ with the New moon's Renewing energies.
Suggested donation: $ 50.
For more info/directions/to register: katyajo@gmail.com
631- 334-2663~
Kindly Respond by 1/9/13
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*
Kate Lamberg, BA, New York State Licensed Massage Therapist (since 1987),
Yoga and Meditation Instructor and Workshop facilitator for over 20 years.
Musician, poet, dancer dreamer for as long as she can remember.
Namaste'~ may all be well in your world~(~


Thursday, January 3, 2013

beginner's mind


brass bell sounds
it's strong sweet ring
every thing seems to be
awakening

river runs
without taking inventory
gets to ocean at just
the correct time

no hurry
no slow
just by being
we get there
just so

Kate Lamberg



The characters for "beginner's mind", by Shunryu Suzuki

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

whole uni-verse


The whole universe is breathing as our breath; we limit the process by our assumption that we are doing the breathing.
- Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan



we are  given breath
delivered from passing clouds
bursting through wide sky

groping for poems
unpeeled pineapples
ripening in warmth

clamoring for ivories
in the darkness
where breath is born

Kate Lamberg
12/28/12



sky at dusk photo, by Kate Lamberg~

balanced beauty


Every beauty which is seen here below by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all come.
~ Michelangelo



holding tight to the weather
where old worn boats are still
able to cross the corpus callosum

a driving rain, a gentle snow
red cheeks burn against the freezing
wooden boats sing in cloistered song

swinging from left to right
focused boats move between
dense earth and placid sky

claritas softly play
through cardinals wing
flight everlasting

square dances take up
space & residency up front and center
pay no rent, get very far

without trying to edify
(a deeper wish to mystify)
clearly stating what is

words tumble like wildflowers
random grace spills color
cursties before and after sleep

no making sense when probabilities
write no holiday cards- they are straight from the hip
an arrow flying for vulnerable moving targets


Kate Lamberg