Wow. Nothing short of miraculous. I'm like in dazed wonder, shaking at the stillness of reverie, when evry little thing literally quakes with the goodness. Vibrating of its own light cuz for a mere moment you realize all, of this lone eternal moment NOW, is perfectly right.
All I can say is that in the last 14 hours, I've definitely undergone a profound alteration in my reaction to life to quote a rather articulate, and often personally quite harmonic spiritual text of which I am rather fond. That line comes straight out from the definition of what a hands-on spritual experience of the living day by day and growing and knowing yourself kind is. Appropriate. Maybe in the nextday or so my thoughts and fire will align just so as to give words to my late (unforced, natural--Kelly!! perception changes, here on this blog.) To help me better understand my process, you know, by processing....
Today is the first day of light. I must be off to the farm to clean now, to move, throw. And celebrate. Hmmmm--what timing, a genuine good ol spring cleaning of sorts. May new things be let to flow....
A Poem, in celebration of the return of light
It Is the Rising I Love by Linda Gregg
As long as I struggle to float above the ground
and fail, there is reason for this poetry.
On the stone back of Ludovici's throne, Venus
is rising from the water. Her face and arms
are raised, and the two women trained in the ways
of the world help her rise, covering her
nakedness with a cloth at the same time.
It is the rising I love, from no matter what element
to the one above. She from water to land,
me from earth to air as if I had a soul.
Helped by prayers and not by women, I say
(ascending in all my sexual glamour), see my body
bathed in light and air. See me rise like a flame,
like the sun, moon, stars, birds, wind. In light.
In dark. But I never achieve it. I get on my knees
this gray April to see if open crocuses have a smell.
I must live in the suffering and desire of what
rises and falls. The terrible blind grinding
of gears against our bodies and lives.
2 comments:
Zulu warriors used to greet others of like mind with the words, "I see you." You know the old saying, "You know it when you see it."
"I see you."
I too am undergoing a strange transformation. Confusing. Scary. Weird dreams unexplained longings. Not the result of my aging or of regrets; although these are issues for me. I feel as though that a-ha moment is just beyond my grasp and I need only quiet my inner inferiors in order to have ears to hear and eyes to see. But I'm not sure that I'm up to the task of responsibility. Because it does require responsibility. It does require something of you and me. Thus I am inspired by you..and your effort....and your acceptance of responsibility.
Keep the faith! Be brave! Thank-you.
tim i've missed you--as one of my first ever readers to make his self known to me i keep my eyes on you, you know, or more my "keen feelers" you know, so yes, yes friend i see you, too (what a fine lovely sentiment thank you) you've crossed my essence radar several times in the past month i know we've been travelling a similar loop so i just want you to know you are not alone. be well and brave also! and thank you soo so much for such likewise wishes.
namaste, namaste, blessed-be~
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