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Song of Wonder

October 26, 2020

Song of Wonder

By Amba Gale

Even here,

somewhere in the middle

of these dark days,

somewhere in the middle of this Crossing,

where lives upended stumble

blindly through their days,

even here, I can sing

of wonder.

 

I can gently glide with Great Blue Heron

who slowly, silently wings

sweeping through fog across the sea.

If he can do this, so can we.

 

Green boughs of pine

stand stalwart as they climb

towards the morning sky, content

with who they are and how they grow.

 

I can let my eyes rest on the candle flame

and her twin reflection in the window mirror

celebrating,

honoring,

blessing

life, warming the photograph of my Baba, smiling

with me, saying to me

that I am loved.

 

Nowhere in this great world

is wonder ever present but Here,

where, I listen

deeply,

attentively

sacredly

 
to what the world wants to say.

Additional Poetry

September 26, 2023

Surrender

Let go and love the way the world turns. Be with it. Allow it. Notice it. Even, embrace it. When you rail against it, you become part of the same energy that stopped the flow at the beginning. Be the holder of it. Know that it, too, has a destination to, finally, merge as one with all. Listen deeply to your heart inside and those things you know are anciently true. Trust in your essential wisdom to lead the way. The world is in flux. You will find your way. “All things must pass.” Let them go. May I be…

September 12, 2023

Presence

Dancing in the water, the bright orange sun winks at me through the branches of the pine. The ceiling falling is nothing, being present to such beauty.

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