I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Open Heart
How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being
Otherwise
We all remain
Too
Frightened
Hafiz
_______________________________
The sun rises
Slowly rising above the snow covered peaks
It changes everything
The light
What was hidden is revealed
What was frozen is freed from icy stillness
By its warmth
The ground becomes an incubator
Of life
And flowers
Ah flowers open their arms and embrace
The sky
So too the warmth of Sacred love
Like the sun
Warms my soul
Until I open my arms
My heart
My soul
And I am free to embrace
Everything
Every
One
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