I Will Read for You: The Voice and Writings of Jaiya John

Jaiya John

Voice medicine to soothe your soul, from freedom worker, poet, author, and spoken word artist Dr. Jaiya John. Bedtime bliss. Morning meditation. Daytime peace. Comfort. Calm. Soul food. Come, gather around the fire. Let me read for you... Books online wherever books hang out. Learn more at jaiyajohn.com.

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237. IN THE SOFT NOOK OF AN OLD TREE.
Jul 12 2022
237. IN THE SOFT NOOK OF AN OLD TREE.
Reading a selection from my book, Lyric of Silence, which begins, In the soft nook of  an old tree... My new book, Fragrance After Rain, and all my books are available online at booksellers worldwide. eBooks are exclusively at my website. Thank you for posting your copies on Instagram, tagging #jaiyajohn, encouraging others to purchase, posting readings of your favorite passages, and sharing online book reviews. My whole heart cries Grateful. jaiyajohn.com.VERSE:In the soft nook of an old tree, on a canyon side painted in night, a luminescent beating heart calls out to a known soul on the canyon’s far side:Would you have drawn your arrow and sent its force into my place of origin had you known a spring of wanting would burst forth into a geyser?Known soul answers:Yes. For I am nothing but that which goes where wanting grows. I am that swollen plum gathering my sugar and flesh, preparing to be dearly eaten. I am dying to be devoured in the collective aching heart. I am suffrage on the lip. I am called out of the chasm, to return to the chasm with bits of light and frayed notes from a song. I have come for those who bleed in the dire dust. I am a bee driven mad by the sweet pollen of joy and laughter. I am dew dropped by sky into the tearful buttercup heart of the passionate ones. I am sky pouring out over itself, earth running over its earth. I cannot stop this weeping, which is my own weeping, left in washed out gullies, in villages of despair, to mark faces in salt, so this Love can find them. I have a kite string tied to joy’s updraft. I will not let go. When the fearsome beast roars in the apogee of our primal fear, I will kneel to stroke its  broad sternum and offer my head to its daggered jaws if that be my fate. I am drawn to wanting, that phosphorescent tidal pool from which I first emerged, slick and sniffing air when dawns had yet no light. This stretched skin I shred in every moment is the drumhead handed down by the ones who sing in darkness and hew light from charcoaled walls of cave. They who with sharp bleached bone spill their hearts at the river feeding the valley their red romance of Lovingness. They who see the mist inside the minutiae seen by solemn seers. They who cover their faces in old mud and dance in the cold current until new corn grows. They have given me this skin that taunts me in its echo and leaves from me daily aloft in tattered uprisings. This heart within is a sounding bell. Only the deepest soulful yearning in this world can make it tremble. And when it moves, its only voice is an absolute elation destined for those fields of wanting, brushed by sky beneath sky in their unattended serendipity...Support the show
237. IN THE SOFT NOOK OF AN OLD TREE.
Jul 12 2022
237. IN THE SOFT NOOK OF AN OLD TREE.
Reading a selection from my book, Lyric of Silence, which begins, In the soft nook of  an old tree... My new book, Fragrance After Rain, and all my books are available online at booksellers worldwide. eBooks are exclusively at my website. Thank you for posting your copies on Instagram, tagging #jaiyajohn, encouraging others to purchase, posting readings of your favorite passages, and sharing online book reviews. My whole heart cries Grateful. jaiyajohn.com.VERSE:In the soft nook of an old tree, on a canyon side painted in night, a luminescent beating heart calls out to a known soul on the canyon’s far side:Would you have drawn your arrow and sent its force into my place of origin had you known a spring of wanting would burst forth into a geyser?Known soul answers:Yes. For I am nothing but that which goes where wanting grows. I am that swollen plum gathering my sugar and flesh, preparing to be dearly eaten. I am dying to be devoured in the collective aching heart. I am suffrage on the lip. I am called out of the chasm, to return to the chasm with bits of light and frayed notes from a song. I have come for those who bleed in the dire dust. I am a bee driven mad by the sweet pollen of joy and laughter. I am dew dropped by sky into the tearful buttercup heart of the passionate ones. I am sky pouring out over itself, earth running over its earth. I cannot stop this weeping, which is my own weeping, left in washed out gullies, in villages of despair, to mark faces in salt, so this Love can find them. I have a kite string tied to joy’s updraft. I will not let go. When the fearsome beast roars in the apogee of our primal fear, I will kneel to stroke its  broad sternum and offer my head to its daggered jaws if that be my fate. I am drawn to wanting, that phosphorescent tidal pool from which I first emerged, slick and sniffing air when dawns had yet no light. This stretched skin I shred in every moment is the drumhead handed down by the ones who sing in darkness and hew light from charcoaled walls of cave. They who with sharp bleached bone spill their hearts at the river feeding the valley their red romance of Lovingness. They who see the mist inside the minutiae seen by solemn seers. They who cover their faces in old mud and dance in the cold current until new corn grows. They have given me this skin that taunts me in its echo and leaves from me daily aloft in tattered uprisings. This heart within is a sounding bell. Only the deepest soulful yearning in this world can make it tremble. And when it moves, its only voice is an absolute elation destined for those fields of wanting, brushed by sky beneath sky in their unattended serendipity...Support the show
227. I CALL YOU LEGENDARY (live keynote excerpt).
Mar 4 2022
227. I CALL YOU LEGENDARY (live keynote excerpt).
In honor of Social Work Appreciation Month, I am honored to share with you this live recording of me reciting my poem I Call You Legendary, from my book, Legendary: A Tribute to Those Who Honorably Serve Devalued Children. The eBook is available exclusively at jaiyajohn.com. This reading is excerpted from Reclaiming Our Sacred Ways, a live, abridged keynote message by Dr. Jaiya John at the January 24, 2018 Child Abuse Awareness and Prevention Conference, hosted by Antelope Valley Partners for Health. Lancaster, California. LENGTH 60:00. Available exclusively in the Audio Library at jaiyajohn.com.In the full recording, Jaiya shares a hopeful message on our need to reclaim ancestral, communal, humanistic ways of nurturing, supporting, and responding to crisis within children, families, and communities. In addition to reciting his classic spoken word piece, I Call You Legendary, from his book Legendary, Jaiya addresses a wide range of issues with soulful truthfulness, including:The cultural origins of our current social systemsOur need to reassess the culture of our systemsOur need to rebalance and heal our social worldReckoning with our cultural supremacies and caste systemsEvolving our definition and understanding of child abuseWhat it means to be a healerHonoring and repairing fatherhood and motherhoodThe harm caused by soulless professionalismThe persistence and endurance of Mother TeresaThe critical relationship between wellness and the work of serving livesThe power of hopefulness and gratitudeA path for ending generational suffering and traumaOur need to soulfully celebrate compassionate servitude The medicine of self care, mutual care, and story gardeningThis full recording is a valuable resource for MSW programs, new staff orientation, professional and leadership development, staff meetings, staff retreats, in-service trainings, and culture change initiatives. It is available exclusively in the Audio Library at jaiyajohn.com...Support the show (