Harriet Tubman conveyed slaves to freedom
She moved them by her own remembering.
One minute they were bound, then free.
We too are called to develop our super power
To dance before the fire of our God
until the dross is consumed.
The resultant gifts,
flow of their own accord and do not belong to us.
On the wings of yesterday’s post,
this golden pair ( don’t you love her teeth)
in pure synchronistic form
arrived viva e mail from my friend Phyllis.
As Nowma would say, “It’s a miracle”
This mother and child glow with a holy light
She is an Arab woman with her infant son,
born in a difficult city in a divisive time.
In my kitchen, mid morning, a reflective light appears
and seeks out
only this painting.
Blood and bone and breath
and all the invisible bits that make up our soul.
We discount the Tao and yet it is all there is.
Our name is written in the sand
And we affected everything.
Even if we were just stuck in the muck
the whole time we were here.
If that’s the way it was
then it was right.
I’m just saying.
What is a life,
if not a chance to untangle a personal knot.
That karmic tug
to repeat and repeat
the same sequential circumstances
with no chance for a fresh approach.
The good thing about aging is that you get onto your own tricks.
Freeing those feelings that were tossed into the sea.
Being with them without condition.
Large headed, sharp beaked Kingfisher Totem Hat
upon my head, teach me your wisdom!
You, who make such a ruckus flying full speed,
only to then delicately land on a wire, mid river
Staring upstream, long distance, loving without thought.
I’m in an old fight with my husband
He’ll never do “it” right.
Loving without thought is not the realm of the ego.
To the ego, love is sacrificial.
Let me fly upstream with you.
He is a local confirmation and a blessing given
Like the Buddha
claiming the Self in the now.
How can we not join him,
bringing to earth a form of completion
as he does?
A ceremony of wonder,
and when I saw him I shouted,
“Do you know how much I have honored you?”