Shares from a Soft and Wild Summer: The Great Game of Remembering (a poem)
July 15th, Black Mountain, My Journal
I call out, “show me how to love you, just once in the way you love me.”
I plead, “may I know myself for one moment the way you know me?”
I long, “how do I be with something so big as this here body with all its humanness?”
The tops of the trees rustle, and I realize it’s a whisper of ecstasy.
I hear, “Thank you. It is no easy task what you’ve chosen. We are lucky to get to learn from you.”
I feel the same whispering wind kiss my skin, reminding me of this space between heaven and earth that’s always holding me. The place where I live this journey out.
The birds sing, and I hear, “Dear One, you come from this place where we address you in this moment. You are brave for choosing what you have. And you are braver for longing to Remember. It is you we admire. It is you that is filling our wells. We know Love through the contrast you live. Your life–in its moments of bliss and moments of despair–is more reciprocal than you could ever know. Bless you for taking this path.”
And then the whispers and songs returned to the simple sound of wind and the playful call of the winged ones.
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And I sit here feeling, maybe for the first time, that the whole vastness of this life–especially, perhaps, those moments where I feel Far Away from it all–is an offering to the Love I long to know.
Here I know: I am the One I long for. And to that I say plainly: May I love more simply and more deeply. May I see the colors with all their vibrancy. May I feel fully. And May my Life bless the Ones who give me my vitality.
Here here to another day of playing the Great Game of Remembering.
