This fog filled morning
the bright lights of our family room
illuminate the whale.
Leaping with joy, he flies
Up
Up
Up
he flies
beyond the froth,
far above the hills.
Eyes open wide,
he smiles,
joyous,
wondering,
celebrating the glory of being alive,
his great flippers just like wings
as he propels
himself toward the sky,
and then, married to gravity, falls
to the depths of the sea
with sheer abandon,
announcing his place in the world.
For years I tried to be someone I was not. Then, a crisis, and then I worked, I prayed, I went in deep into my heart. I met teachers, and met The Teacher in myself. I opened to Mystery, sought and called forth Source, and found that Spirit moves through me, through us all. I wrought a work of Giving and became generous, honed, still, fashioned myself to serve, through time. The more I grew the more I learned to be humble, and to be at peace. “I am still learning,” says the Artist from the Ancient Well of Spirit…
Imagine yourself a leaf, being carried by the river. There, you will know Peace. Imagine yourself a feather being danced by the wind that carries. There you will know Joy. Imagine yourself a lake, rained on by the clouds There, you will know Fullness. Imagine yourself a stream, being a bed for the salmon. There you will know Birth and Death. Imagine yourself an ear, listening to another’s heart. There, you will meet Compassion. Imagine yourself a heron, fishing the abundant water. There, you will be Patience. Imagine yourself as a poet, facing the blank, white page. There, you will…
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