Monday, December 01, 2014
Peggy Wrenn––Temenos--poem
Temenos–– a Sanctuary
by Peggy Wrenn
A word called a “temenos” in the Greek language,
trips in your mouth, sounds like “tremendous”
a safe place where we willingly share confidences
This is a "sanctuary" where we meet in a field
full of red poppies with delicate vulnerabilities
a lush field, where one can’t be exploited or betrayed
Here people who come, they can only speak truth,
each one can tell her own truth and tell her story,
all her parts, inside, the whole truth, all welcome
He puts down his armor, drops his weapons,
lets his hands be empty, he hears soft lullabies,
encounters songs of unconditional love, a garden
we went seeking, instead found this surprising field
traveling along an untrammeled path, a temenos
a space neither here or there, no past nor future, yes
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
Rumi, remember?
