What stories color your tapestry?

Dear Ones,

Knowing humanity’s consciousness is experiencing some ‘shrinking pains’ these days, I would like to offer something different this week. A beautiful poem from my dear friend Serena Devi.

Yet, the aim remains the same—to experience the beauty of life and go within.

Through the eyes of a stranger or the burgeoning of a daffodil.

Or, shall I put it in the reverse order?

To go within and experience the beauty of Life?

Picture by another dear friend of mine: a field of poppies – Eugène Berbolingot

 

~ What stories color your tapestry? ~

 

When we encounter

a stranger on a road

what is interesting is not

how we perceive

and play our personalities.

It is, what beats beneath our masks.

 

Is it fast or slow,

how the longing inside melts our hearts!

How prepared are we

to surrender to the unknown

and let unshaped emotions

change us into someone else?

To take another path,

to serve another cause,

to let go of our desires.

 

Could we trust the world as it is,

stay in peace,

when alchemy forces a remake,

reshapes us inside out,

to end our seeking,

to begin our lives.

 

To live the breadth of life

and not merely the depth.

To follow the whims and larks

that each day brings.

 

To smile and relish the adventure,

the opportunities that exist

in non-existence,

at all times,

ready to be born.

 

I want to know what stories color your tapestry.

Where your longing takes you;

to teach you how to find new paths and ways,

to see and be a different you.

 

I want to know how many times

you have abandoned your soul

for the sake of acceptance and praise

from the audience of your life.

Who did you truly betray

when you turned away from love

and gave into your fears?

Did you calculate

the risk of losing your heart?

 

What did you use to fulfill

the empty holes within your heart?

Daydreams or drugs?

Blames, horrors or loneliness!

 

How successful do you think you are

in exploring yourself,

answering your call,

cultivating love?

 

How many times

did you fall upon the hard ground

helpless and lost,

wishing for your death,

refusing the wakeup call?

 

How many times has

Grace lifted you up

and put you back upon the warm sands

of the welcoming shores of earth,

having covered you

with shimmering faith?

 

I am asking you

to look into my eyes

a stranger on a road;

what you see or hear,

is not mine.

It is the longing within your own heart,

passion to be met by another.

 

To be burnt in flames,

embraced totally

and completely by love.

To face all consequences

on your path to union,

within and without.

 

Deeper into the center of the longing

where nothing is left,

everything is transformed

within the flames of love.

Where the stranger is gone

the mirror is broken

and the outside world has disappeared.

 

Ahhhhhhhhh….

then you hear the music,

the freedom to move,

to dance

and be who you really are.

Blow kisses and eat love.

 

Every day is an adventure,

a chance to meet a new you,

laugh and love,

enjoy a tender touch.

 

Every day

I look into your eyes

and meet myself.

Every day my heart longs

and my love grows for you,

for myself,

for all creation.

 

What say you,

what stories color your tapestry of life?

About new desert

Nurturing the Gift of Seeking is about a spiritual "destination," a journey within, a new beginning, that eventually takes us where we are meant to arrive. What matters is, first and foremost, our seeking spirit. Happy journey, dear fellow Sisters and Brothers!
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