Subtraction

"be touched as if you are a tree. 

Let what you know of yourself break down."

Oh my goodness, what a delicous thought.

To break down in order to bring forth stunning beauty.

The stunning beauty of the third act of a human's story.

The autumn of life brings such astonishing loveliness.

It seems fitting that it should be so.

Namaste'

 

Time Heals

"You are a river, stubbornly carving your path

through the valley, defying the mountains."

We are seeing what this looks like in real time, aren't we?

It's not at all nice or pretty is it? 

Rather, a force to be reckoned with in no small fashion.

I deeply mourn for those suffering the consequences

from our lack of respect for the river.

"You're waiting for the sun to become you."

I'm having to sit with this thought.

In all my years, I've never considered 

the sun becoming me. 

Wow! What a concept!

That's all I can say.

However, I deeply appreciate the outcome:

radiating my own light, my own warmth.

Becoming the source for my own healing.

These thoughts cause vibrations within me.

May each and every one of us bloom

 in our own time, 

in our own way. 

Namaste'

 

Wildpeace

"let it be floating, like lazy white foam."

or the soft, delicate filaments carrying milkweed seeds.

A peace..."without the big noise"...

We are learning what power lies in silence.

The strength of tenderness and gentleness.

The force of quiet resolve and committment to truth.

"without words"...

(I believe we can find words for peace.

Words like forgive me; I understand;

tell me more; can I help?

Words like: I see you; I care about you;

We are in this together; Let's work this out,

We can find a way.)

"without the thud of the heavy rubber stamp."

Or the need for another's approval.

Who speaks of healing?

I want to speak of healing.

May we all speak of healing.

May we heal ourselves and in that process,

heal each other...so it's not "passed on

from [our] generation to the next."

"Let it come like wildflowers,

suddenly, because the field must have it;

wildpeace."

Let me/us be the field where

wildpeace grows in vigorous abundance,

overwhelming the world with 

unadorned beauty, charm and grace.

It may seem like a dream, yet

dreams are the seeds of deep rooted change.

Namaste'

 

I Get Tired

This is my kind of sentiment.

"We're not aging, we're unfolding.

We're growing...into who we are

under our own tutelage...

not who someone else has dictated we be.

It takes time...

How we're unfolding matters.

Namaste'

 

Every Bombed Village

I wish we could all wrap our heads 

and our hearts around this.

There is no them.  

"They" are us.

No matter how far away or how different we think "they" are.

It's the same for the other-than-human entities 

on this planet and in this universe.

I get a nudge of remembrance whenever I use the word "it".

Who am I referring to as it? 

We are one vast, magnificent tribe.  

Imagine what our world would be like

if we lived accordingly?

Namaste"

 

Again, The Chance

Each day to be given a new chance?

Another something I tend to take for granted.

To fall in love with the broken world?

I want to learn how to do that...

I'm not sure it's something we do...

It might be something we become.

It might require unbecoming first?

Letting go of all the preconceived expectations

and losing all the judgments and critiques?

I really have no idea.

I'm considering options...

exploring pathways...

experimenting.

With as much love as I can muster.

Isn't that being in the world?

Namaste'

 

Unable To Speak

 "love with the perfect skeleton key 

to enter every door of me."

I adore what this conjures for me.

I haven't thought about skeleton keys for years.

That being said, I find myself shying away from

something so powerful and unwanted.

It is infinitely awe-provoking to hear from someone

who has been there, is living there. 

To listen to how life's worst possible tragedy has transfigured her

in such a surprising and uplifting way.

I consider all this world contains

that I do not wish to see or know.

My coward's heart isn't brave enough to look

except maybe as a caring spectator and occasional helper.

Her words bolster my courage.

They lead me to trust love like this is there for each of us

when our heart and spirit is most shattered and broken.

May it be so.

Namaste'