Awakening: Land of the Soul
BruisesI don't want your anger
Take it Take these bruises, too They're your bruises You wear them NothingFear is braving the darkness,
Having the courage to descend and then Finding the darkness turning not to Light but to grey. Fear is finding myself in that world of unheard cries coldness no warmth of grief, anger, joy absence of all feeling Fear is nothing. A Thousand GrandmothersStand beneath a tree in the rain
and you will hear the tears of a thousand grandmothers as they cry for the fallen. DualityI am young and old and lost
between the ages. I am warm and cold and being born in stages. I am iron and stone and tired of building cages. I am light and dark and wondering what the rage is. OfferingWould you treat this world differntly
if you knew that these animals these plants these trees Were Earth's Offering to God? This HourI know this hour
this hour when my body remembers your death this moment when you were and suddenly weren't Body cried out in anguish woke me up though I didn't hear it refused to understand Believing against unbelief I lived as though you did too Until the evidence piled up and mind knew you were no longer DawnOver the trees I flew
over the hills over the years until at last I saw another glorious day. Disintegration40 years of tears
and me with only ten fingers to plug the holes as the pressure eats away slowly at the walls I have built. Salt is corrosive - ask any engineer how it damages concrete And though I used stone, it seems to make no difference Something had to hold the stone together and there is nothing left to make repairs. KnockingShhh.
Listen. Hear that sound? Don't try. Close your ears, open your heart. Now do you hear it, gentle but insistant? God is knocking. Will you open the door? Holy DarknessTurn off the lights
all of them even that candle you burn to keep you safely here. Sit in the shadows and watch as the world appears around you. In darkness we see more than we know and slide softly into sacredness. The moon's light is the sun's too, you know. It is enough to see by even when it is barely there. I am hereI am here
i AM here i am HERE and the fact that I am is an overwhelming demonstration of Love BlessingA pine
stretching up to the sky called down a blessing to touch a willow whose branches wept deep into the earth ReflectionJesus is to God
as Moon is to Sun a reflection of the glory that we would otherwise be unable to see. AwakenThey say the earth sleeps in winter,
but I've never seen it. Squirrels chattering about the weather, a round hole where a mouse comes and goes when the owl isn't watching, the owl himself - the still whiteness of hime feather prints in a dust of snow. I've felt the steady breathing of a cave, and watched the poplars absorb the sunlight glorying in their nakedness. They say the earth sleeps in winter, but I say They are not awake. |
Many of these words were born or conceived on silent retreat at a place called Naramata Centre. If any of this has touched you or called you to a sacred moment, please consider giving a small gift so that Naramata Centre can maintain this ancient sacred space, and the programs offered there.
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