"...The things you brought from home look back at you; out of place here
They take on a lonely power...
Slowly, a new world will open for you
The eyes of your heart, refined
By this desert time, will be free
To see and celebrate the new life
For which you sacrificed everything."
For which you sacrificed everything."
We were carrying the memorial stone for my Soul Friend J on the bow of the speeding boat. It was my last crossing from what was my sacred land. Half way across I asked my friend to stop the boat. We drifted in 70 feet of water. I reached for the fairy statue that held my grief for a love that was lost in the ordinary world. I reached to the winged girl and lifted her gently over the edge of the boat. I released her into the ocean. I watched her upward gaze and her wings swirling deep into the crystalline green of Burrows Bay.
In the past I would have clung to the statue as an emblem and touchstone... something "real", a symbol of a beautiful life that had now passed from this world. My heart now decided to let this concrete image of the spirit go. A gift now rests in a sandy meadow within of a kelp forest at the bottom of the sea.
I swear I heard the vibration of a hundred singing ancestors rise in the emerald shafts of sun. And the song sank right into my chest, where I hear it now. What lived surrounded by a hedge of salal and juniper and granite now is something more.
I think of the statue at rest on the ocean drawer. I smile and feel sad and happy all at once.
Blessed sister, thank you for your life that gave so much light in this world. You still sing. I hear you! The great ocean holds you dearly as it will hold us all. Thank you for joining the chorus in my heart. For now I say goodbye beloved friend.
I miss you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Dear reader:
May you meet the wonder of love and compassion behind all the solid forms of this world.
May you hear the song of the universe in your heart.
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(c) Rick Sievers, 2010.
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