The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
I've been smiling a lot again lately. Apparently whatever storm has passed. I smile for no reason. I feel it on my face and I think to think about why then I stop thinking and just smile. I don't think it's directly related to the book I'm currently listening too... who knows but I am listening to Parker Palmer's Hidden Wholeness. The poem above is an example he uses of a discussion starter for a safe circle.... a circle of trust gathering.
The entire book is a discussion of wholeness, what it means to be one with yourself undivided. He doesn't use the word alinement but that is basically what I call it. I'm thrilled and excited and plan to start my own Circle of Trust.
The poem brings me to tears. It is what I know is true and what I desire to feel about and with myself all alone. If I can't provide it for myself, I can't find it outside... it is the beginning of the beginning of an authentic life for me.
That is all for now... the fall is fabulous. LOVE IT!
What shall I forgive this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!