Beneath Her Feet
The earth beneath her feet.
The sound – so sweet –
Of heartbeat mysteries.
Labyrinth of time
Center that is everywhere.
This knowing coming
Full and flowing
Like the wind, like the water,
To pour through me –
A transparent sea of
Transmutation through Grace.
The earth beneath our feet –
A wholeness in time,
A perfect rhyme –
The sounding of
Ohm, home, come, one, all.
Silence falls in the space beyond story.
The subtle currents take us home.
We are known, human, his-story, her-story.
We are beginnings.
We are rememberings.
We are endings: each one of us complete in the now.
And, we are vulnerable.
In our sharing,
We paint heart resonance across the beyond.
We braid wholeness in body, heart and mind.
We offer ourselves into a space no more and no less
Than human and being.
Our stories show us the shape of home,
Offer up the RASA of hope beyond despair.
And we gather the courage,
to stand up again and again,
dance and sing again and again,
love and fall silent again and again
in the face of fear,
and the slow to dissolve seed of indifference.
We are a small army of gratitude,
Truth fractals unfolding in time and space.
We are living answers.
We are lovers.
Falling, we are given wings.
– s.s. (me)
(Bless you, Robert Frost)
Some Say the world will end in fire.
Some in Ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor Fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction Ice
is also great
and would suffice.
~ Robert Frost