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.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Fear turned to Ash
Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain
Have turned to ash
As I neared God
Hafiz
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it was just a walk
my normal two mile walk
along rural roads
one cannot help but be broken open
out there
amidst the mountains
and trees
as one wanders beneath
that brilliant canopy of blue
and hears
the wild birds sing
one cannot help but be broken open
and sometimes
poured out
this day
I went to dark places
to failures
to do
to be
in my minds eyes I imagined
people looking at me
with eyes that despised
so many mistakes
so many flaws
so many people
they were of course my own eyes
and there was nothing to do
but to walk
and place one foot in front of the other
and there was nothing to do
but breathe
God
In
and in the hot fire
of Sacred love
find
peace
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