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.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Open
Open your hands
If you want to be held
Rumi
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Why is it that when we feel empty
We seek to grab at anything
(or any one)
available?
Silly humans
There we are
Fists clenched
Hands sometimes full
Sometimes empty
Standing there
Looking at people we have made less
So we might be more
And we one why
People avoid us
The way they do a surly child
Never satisfied
Always demanding
Always grasping?
Since what really needs filling is our soul
Our heart
Those things we hold are of little use
Money?
Power?
Titles?
Stuff?
Those simply move inside us
to where the hard is
So we can sit amidst accumulated wealth and power
And still have that ache within
Put it down
Just lay it down
And walk out into the crispness of a January night
Into the white and cold
And with arms outstretched, and head titled toward the stars
Scream
Here I am!
And then with open hands (the better to serve you with)
And open arms (anyone want a hug?)
Walk into the year
As one filled (stuffed even) with the Sacred
Ready for that Sacred give and take of love
That is
life
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