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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Silence: an Offering
What is this gift called silence we offer up?
How can its’ kiss assist us?
Will it carry us beyond mere words to meanings, embedded in the cold embers
of an ancient vision?
Dive deep into the fire and trust.
that Breath will return
your cache of secrets safely
to your humbled room of memories.
But only if you trust
that silence is indeed a gift we offer ourselves.
Inhale this silent, sacred smoke that draws us nearer to God.
Stories untold, unfold in this realm of eyes wide open,
seeing beneath the surface-between the flames.
Again dive deeper and trust exactly what you know.
this unspoken life,
these longings written upon your heart,
lists on torn paper,
collaged together with more
-such sticky glue.
Your tumble and flow emerging,
with multi-layered messages.
Feathered images at once entangled and estranged
struggle free to meet again
face to face,
re-arranging themselves to bring sudden clarity.
Fluttering bits of ash rising into eternal sky
internal lightning flashes
-bright veins against a charred gray mindscape.
And all of this began with silence.
But have I listened well enough?
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My hands are a little better so far this morning, but my right foot is still kind of fiery. I've been a little crabby the last couple of days, well, I guess that is simply being disappointed. You know, I feel pretty good for a few days and then like *%&**#!!! for a few days...that's bound to make anybody cranky, no matter how much we practice mindfulness and lovingkindness. The yo-yo body-voice-drop in energy thing is tough to be with. I'm doing the best I can, but my frustration tipping point is really off balance, so I am watching that, saying I'm sorry a lot when I snap at poor Gordon, and he knows I mean it. Little things for example, like a post publishing in advance (accidentally), even though I set the schedule on the blog for a few days from now...annoying computer software glitch...that once I took a few breaths was easy to fix, but in the moment a flash of anger rose up and I blew up at the computer and then poor Gord who walked into the room just as it happened so I snapped at him...I mean seriously? Yelling at a laptop? Including my beloved in my umbrella of annoyance, just because he walked in at that moment? Well that was yesterday. Hopefully today will be better, calmer.
Today's post is a poem I wrote last year that some of you might have read in the past. I will focus on the words. Perhaps they will center me.