Time to discard those old cloaks.
Cloaks of ideas, of who is greater than.
They do not fit you,
stop that looking from afar
at the shiny, fluid cloaks
of this or that star.
If you can weep
and jump with joy to their music,
then you can make your own!
Feel those strings, pulling?
Oh yes, pulling, not away from anything,
but rewinding themselves
into your own now-flesh.
Pulling red through veins
longing to get out again.
Enter deeply into your storied days
until all the hues of your life seep out,
colouring the beauty of you,
to emerge and fly about.
Weave again your own cloak ever new,
shining like the stars inside of you.
I asked myself, “How deep will this sorrow burrow into my joy of being?”
I am witness, I see.
I cannot judge my ignorance of complicity,
I am also perpetrator, the defence
the prosecutor, the victim and
the one who weeps.
I am one of babbling fools, but
I am witness in gratitude for my seeing.
In my seeing my tears are miracles,
my sadness is drought.
I am sorry for my life
I rejoice and praise my life
when I see that
My life is as all life:
A remarkable mystery of balance
The culmination in each second
of millions of unknown years.
In my moment, I am but
a mote in an inexorable flow of change.
I can see, I witness,
I weep, I exult
nothing is mine, but
I belong to all.
It comes in waves, the universe reminds us constantly, gives us endless guidance in these interactions. When we can perceive them, respond to them then gratitude accompanies these moments. My usual experience is that before thought, I bask in and absorb this deep, inner response, then tears come and I know that gratitude has arrived. It seems to me that giving and receiving are a single event. The thought is the recording of this event. Being in the moment...
When there is a pause, in this silence my senses awake...I listen more deeply to hear the planet's song...there is always movement, so soft that it is beyond human perception, but it can be felt...as though listening with one's skin, and this listening will reveal a song, somewhere...
On Jan 19, 2025 BLPS wrote on Staying True To Your Heart Is The Essence Of Life, by Kerri Lake: