This week’s inquiry … questions designed to be experienced …
Is it safe now to move beyond my wounds?
“… if you love … let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.” ~Kahlil Gibran
Through the great pain of stretching
beyond all that pain has taught me,
the soft well at the base
has opened, and life
touching me there
has turned me into a flower
that prays for rain. Now
I understand: to blossom
is to pray, to wilt and shed
is to pray, to turn to mulch
is to pray, to stretch in the dark
is to pray, to break the surface
after great months of ice
is to pray, and to squeeze love
up the stalky center toward the sky
with only dreams of color
is to pray, and finally to unfold
again as if never before
is to be the prayer. ~ Mark Nepo
There is a relationship that stands apart from our wounds, or any belief that a person, circumstance, life has betrayed us. This indefinable, immutable relationship does not seek your awareness, your belief or even your trust in it. When the mind is emptied, exhausted and all talked out, begin here. ~Bethie
