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Ignition

October 12, 2021

Ignition

By Amba Gale

Outside, it is still dark. The coming season of inner and outer darkness calls to us to drop down deep, where the flame of our own inner wisdom is lit and enough to guide our way. It is a time for Listening.

To what do I listen> I listen to Mary Oliver singing her life, and my life, into joy, amazement, astonishment each pre – dawn morning as I rise to greet the day. I listen to the objects all around me from my travels, speak to me of lands that I have loved. I listen to the heron fishing and loons calling to one another as the wavelets break upon our sandy shore. I listen to the Silence, and to the Universality underneath all things.

In that pre – dawn darkness, where the only sounds comes from the movement of my pen on smooth, white page, I access the Silence and ask for the Muse. She comes to me when I am quiet, when the voices of my mind grow still. She comes to me and says, “Pen my words.”

 

 

Ignition

By Amba Gale

“Pick up your pen and write,” she says,
 that wise and ancient Voice: the devoted Muse,
speaking to me in the grey morning, white
 ball of sun
 in the sky,
in the water, below.

Below,
where the surface conversation has long since disappeared,
I ask a private question: “Of what shall I write?”

“Anything you hear in the deep well of your own heart.”

“Write about the loon mourning the days away.
Write about the turtle who belongs
  in the pond among the lilies.
Write about a world of wonders.
Write about me, who will always encourage
   you to find me,
           to find your self
           through these beautiful
               white pages in your lap,
           through the warmth and smell of the tea
               you drink every morning
               attending to it smoothing through your body
           through the grey soothing sea below
               your window carrying the splashing sparks of the sun
               dancing          dancing          dancing
           through your
                                 Love
                                          Of
                                               Life.
            May you meet yourself.
            There, may you be delightfully surprised by who you find.

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