A NEW BEGINNING
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the
seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Give and Take
So difficult and overwhelming often seems my life,
With all its waves of pain, struggle, and strife.
The vague sense that "something's missing,"
steadily takes its toll.
And now, I'm sure that something from you can make me whole!
With all this pain I feel, I am in so much need.
And yet my urgent words you barely seem to heed.
But sometimes, over time, I come to see that you feel the
same way too,
That we're in a bind and stuck, not knowing what to do.
When I think of me as separate from all,
The very act of seeing changes what
Yet many live in fear, and think this thought obscene...
If nothing's fixed or certain,
then what's the point of all that's gained from so much work and pain?
then all the struggle and strife amounts to nothing but a wasted life.
Still...when heart sees heart,
And mind sees mind,
Clarity brings truth that changes all the time.
And just when we think our fate is sealed,
We may come to see there's no fixed real.
We learn to navigate, create with intuition,
Please, don't ask me why,
Sometimes I know a white bearded man in the sky,
Maybe one, maybe two
One for me, One for you,
Sometimes I know a Divine Great Spirit,
Even if there are those who choose not to hear it (and a few poor souls who actively fear It).
Sometimes I know that it's really all Me,
That there's nowhere to go and nothing to see.
Sometimes I wish I had been born a tree,
In fact, it's quite possible that that was what happened to me.
SMOKE IN TREES
To make one mind.
Once an old wise soul,
Now a dark and gaping hole.
Relentless flame, so hot and bright,
Burning through both day and night.
Now gasp and choke,
With ash and smoke.
Her roots reach deeply whisper "Why?"
While branches stretch with love to sky.
Gently, softly, touch her skin,
Shocking, sadness flowing in.
Still, does she softly say "Let go?"
Can it be? I don't know, I don' t know.
I've always sought relief in trees,
Perhaps now this they need from me.
I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands. In a manner of speaking, I'm already dead.
Walking along in the forest, I felt a cool breeze on my face and arms, as beams of sunlight pierced through tree branches and reached down to gently touch the pine needle covered path below. As I walked on, slowly, I became aware of a faint, low humming sound that seemed to eminate from the shadows of trees and shrubs off to the side of the trail. Quietly, I stopped to listen and the sound stopped. Slowly, I started walking again, and the sound soon resumed.
I walked around along the path as it turned around a corner, and I continued hearing the sound, yet still there was nothing that I could see, and the low frequency of the sound made it difficult to pinpoint location.
Power in Love
Brilliant light above
Time stops going
All is glowing
Slow, then Fast
Still, let's pretend
If it's curiosity that killed the cat....
Then it's acceptance of death that brought him back!
You must go slow to go fast.
- Roberto Assagioli