Poem Series

I want to share this piece of the daughter of a Subud member from Skye, with all of you.

Iwoke up with this the other day. For those I love and beyond: We & all life are so much more than this physical form. My love for you walks a bridge no virus can tread. Each atom of our body is mostly space – held with energetic connections we can’t see. I dance & laugh across invisible paths to you. Why would I need to touch you or even see you to hug you? At a thought my love spirals & sparkles its way to you & wraps your whole being in a hug! Remember this when I am 2m away. Remember this when I am far away. We are boundless. The space between us is an illusion.

Shelley’s Lock Down Message


And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed

Untitled, Kitty O’Meara


Although untitled, the poem beginning with the line ‘And the people stayed home‘, resonated with us as well as millions of other people online. Adopting this silver-lining perspective for the current pandemic, this certainly gives us something to ponder once we begin to reflect on these past months.


A really powerful poem relevant to our situation:

What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.

And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.

Promise this world your love—
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.

Pandemic‘ by San Francisco poet Lynn Ungar

For our Subud Journal I had written an article recently about our centreprise, the lockdown and how these two clasheed together.

A while ago I got a lovely email from a dear Subud member, Stefanie O’Donnell:

“Hi Mirabelle Viviana, I read your article in the most recent Journal and found it very moving, and I did understand what you were saying about slowing down. Anyway, it sparked something in me and the result was that I wrote a poem (finished it about 20 minutes after reading your article!). I thought you might like to see it.”

I got her permission to share the poem. And since I believe others will relate to it, I thought I post it here.


We scurry around

Busying ourselves

With work and family

Chores and playtime.

Productivity in all

Brings its own rewards

Makes us feel accomplished

Worthwhile and satisfied.

Are we becoming

Ever more wary

Of the quiet spaces,

The silent moments?

Of time to reflect

On our own inadequacies

On our faults and flaws, and

The mountain yet to climb?

Do we distract ourselves

With noise and effort,

Money and love,

Food and wine?

Hush said the Lord.

For when you are quiet

You will hear Me

And peace will be yours.




© Stefanie O’Donnell, 30 May 2020

For Mirabelle Viviana Scott