I knock three times, yes, it’s 28-5. It seems I’ve got that right, yet there’s never an answer, and I wonder what might be the matter.
I pace and think, and think and pace, clearing my mind of all those escapes, and preconceived ideas of what I’m missing, while staying present to the glow that’s forth giving.
And, just then, I hear someone from behind the door, calling someone from beyond the shore.
And yet, no one’s there, and I wonder about all that’s fair,
as our
hearts mingle in a dance of inquiry, hidden from view behind a barricade of life’s fullest and most interesting mysteries.
In response to the WDYS #81 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
A whimsical feeling soes foretell of another delightful place and time, Where healing happens in an instant and all those issues are gone before you’ve glimpsed it.
It’s there on the stairs, again, calling to all that care.
Beauty in all that’s seen just like in a dream, magical, mysterious, and certainly glowing with such effervescence you wonder if it’s really full of that much pleasure.
You reconcile the feeling with a need for healing, and realize, the light’s always been there. Guiding and providing you with direction and much protection.
Through thick and thin, and all the spaces that live within.
They provide guidance at every turn, even when it might burn.
And,
display persistence in the face of adversity, especially when we are close to calamity.
A mother’s love burns so bright, the light can be seen from other worlds even on the darkest of nights.
Not asking for anything in return, leading from the center, until the heavens open up and shower us with their love, and, yes we did learn.
On this Mother’s Day, then, let us impart this small gift, upon those strong and courageous women, whose dedication, love, and kindness, did always give us that needed lift.
When I look inside, sometimes is found a diatribe, of ideas, which are moving and shaping experience without the knowledge of the receiver.
Egoic mind in motion, suffering extending roots from craving to attachment. Blinding light of awareness, are you afraid of the parallax light would perform?
Following these ideas from here to there is often pale, until that is, we get beyond the veil.
We often accessorize to people and ideas too comfortably with the gates to our heart unlocked with hope, the void of emptiness remains when the filled absence has dissolved.
We must then make headway, and, stay resolved, by being open to all that’s at our door, while we learn more about humanities very core.
Welcome others to be who they truly are, by mirroring and refracting off Self. Don’t force situations, solutions once submerged emerge, uncertainty is reality, delve into it.
Experience is a wise teacher, and can shed light on the ideas we struggle with, while we bundle close together, and pray for our very souls.
Detachment does not mean that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you. Soaring above the high planes, be enrolled experience yet not of it.
Experience as the guide, please abide, and delight yourself in the fabric of reality within view, while ensconcing yourself in the mystery of all that is hidden within you.
Trauma and pain go together, and as I sit here and type this poem, I’m reflecting upon this person’s pain, and all of the memories that are the impetus for such agony and drain.
The memories are like splinters in my heart, and run deep, just like a fracture in the earth, which, in times of great consternation split wide open, spilling forth the earth’s contents from it’s very core.
And, just like our beautiful Mother’s fractures, these splinters of the heart, widen with time, until momentum enough is created, and everything comes spilling forth.
Yet, this truth does not live in isolation from the sealing and healing of those splinters of heart, and fractures of earth, which gather together over time.
Acknowledging their existence, and filling them, one and all, with love and compassion is a remedy that I truly adore.
Overlapping emotions can be hard to juggle, especially in times of struggle. We may run, and hide, yet still never forget you may always abide.
In a presence within you, which was created prior to your becoming, and all the little things of knowing. There’s so much more to discover, so let the music play, and carry you away.
Dance and sing, even when it stings. For in those moments of consternation, you are always burning bright, with creation and determination.
Just as you are now, don’t fret, rather, be that which you see on those long cold nights, when you feel frightened to the bone. Chilled by indecision, and all those misgivings of your past collisions.
They are a part of this worldly subsistence, and, in fact, can teach us quite a lot about our own resilience, and mutually coexistence.
Remember also, my dear, that we all have these moments of indecision, so be present to all that you are, and never fear, because you are a part of a much grander vision.
