My friend, we are living in very strange days. Be still, be present, be aware. Reality as we knew it (if we ever knew it) is unravelling. Something is in motion, change is underway on all levels of our existence. Those who live on the surface only are reacting on the surface and raging on the level of opinion. Be still, be present, be aware. There has never been a more pressing invitation to simply be the eye of the storm, to be unflinching as you walk through the valley of shadows.
Here are some poems.
If sorrow fills your heart Love it, don’t reject it For something has touched The essence of your humanity. ----------------------------------- We are trained to erect barricades Around a fictitious self And then we spend our days Living from that fiction And defending it at all costs Yet always wondering Why we feel so separate And alone. -------------------------------- You are the bridge Between heaven and earth Your uniqueness Is astonishing. ------------------------------ Oh! the petty games That humans play Surrounded by eternity That mocks self importance And concerns that Don’t mean a jot Except for one Flickering moment I too am caught In time’s sticky web Yet I see the wheel that turns And that seeing Gives some blessed relief. ------------------------------ Friend, do not believe in the light Become it Let it fill you In your cells Your tissue, blood and bones In your brain and heart Accept the light in Not in some new age way But in a way that allows that light To cast its brilliance On all that is held in the shadows. ----------------------------- Let experience In this life Not diminish you You are greater, deeper And more vast Than earthly experience And all the wounding And the trouble That beset you Cannot really touch Your essence Remember this always. -------------------------------- If tears should fall I will catch them In a sacred bowl And feed the flowers And those flowers Will feed the butterfly And the hummingbird And thus will the beauty Of your sorrow Feed the natural world To which we still belong. ------------------------------ The beauty I speak of Is only discovered through A kind of courtship with the beloved We may say it reveals itself In surrender, in tenderness, In our embracing of grief Or as we fall into the unknown And let go of all we thought we were And become no thing. ----------------------------- Life will always be An unfinished concerto The art is to know this And find completion In the music As it plays.
Thanks for reading.
Thank you so much. My two favourites this week are: 'If tears should fall...' and 'Life will always be an unfinished concerto...'. :-) So beautiful! Many blessings. xx