Showing posts with label Rachelle Benveniste. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachelle Benveniste. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2015

LA Writer Rachelle Benveniste's Poem "The Moth"




Some friends of the writer, Rachelle Benveniste, have been trying to gather her writings. I came across her poem published in the Spring of 1992 in UCLA extension's MindscapeS, which I'm sharing here:

The Moth
by Rachelle Benveniste
published Spring 1992, MindscapeS

It must have been there
all night
lodged at the center of my brain
like a moth
stuck to the hot darkness
not able to lift
and drift away
through my consciousness
but clinging
as to some screen door
hard as a bullet.

It must have been waiting
with its wings held tight
against its center,
thick and dusty,
harboring its flight,
racking up some energy
in that deep black space,

For at that fierce gleam
in your eye,
it flew wildly into the room,
ramming itself
against window, lamp, clock,
searching for a place
to quiet its flight,
then hurling itself
in desperation
against the blank wall
of your mind.

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     This is all for now,
      Cecilia



Thursday, November 5, 2015

Rachelle Benveniste's "Writing from the Inner Self" #writing

To honor my friend and teacher, Rachelle Benveniste, who passed away recently, I am reprinting one of her numerous publications. 

She was a fine writer, teacher and friend. Rest in peace, Rachelle.



Writing from the Inner Self
by
Rachelle Benveniste
Reprinted from Contemplative Journal

Take a gentle deep breath, and as you exhale, relax, letting go of the activities and concerns previous to this moment so we may relax in the present moment, the only moment that is.  You might want to take another gentle deep breath, and as you exhale, relax even more. Now, we will rest in the stillness, for just a moment or two, and if thoughts intrude, as they often do, don’t scold yourself, just allow them without becoming engaged in them. Just let them drift on by, like drifting clouds, and come back to your breath, breathing you.