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| There comes at least one moment in life when one has the opportunity to break the bridge that binds one to the past and future, when one can live as present and be alive to all the senses. The moment may come in the guise of pain or happiness, at the moment of death, in the arms of a sweet lover or even as the result of a long season of personal development. |
Maybe I am ready for my new life.
Maybe this is not a convenient time.
Maybe this is the best time.
Maybe I am still learning to be happy.
Maybe I am ready to be true to that one voice
that sounds like my own,
but is really the Song of the Universe in disguise.
OK, No More Maybes
I am giving up the sacks of stuff wedged in my garage, in my chest, in the shadows of my mind.
I set out now to write even One Simple Word so sumptuous
that reading it would first slay your illusions
that all the festering pain is lasting.
Then the sweetness of that word
would slay the you seen in the mirror of circumstance.
Then a single syllable would turn into a phrase of celestial music.
You would die with a smile upon your face.
Or better yet you would live within that state
in a string of moments
like notes of a song stretching out forever.
So, I work, I wait, I wonder, I feel...
all in service of reaching for that ideal-real word.
I reach for the ideal
because the world needs the other side of reality
missed in the pain body of
what ifs, should haves and discarded passions.
What I am learning so far in my particular life:
· That service comes with the ascension of singing and the pain of crying.
· That trying to live without regret has consequences that instill a need to go deep deep deep into practicing the presence of the Creator.
· That relying on the material delusion to fulfill oneself is Purgatory.
· That love comes from many corners of one’s life, and is made visible when one is both present and willing to take the risk of being seen.
· That it is perfectly acceptable to know inexplicable joy in the middle of feeling sadness or even happiness.
· That unhealed anger clouds the stormy mind and rains sorrow upon the world.
· That pain is strident and restless, yet something greater, sweeter and lovelier lives within stillness.
· That all learning is subject to revision, growth and humility.
Sit with me and be still for moments… then for a few moments more. See what comes from behind the veil of sorrows. See what wants to be born Through you as acts of service to a world in need.
Love,
Rick
(c) Copyright Richard Sievers, February 10, 2016, All Rights Reserved
