March 7, 2022•345 words
friend, there is a smooth stone in my left pocket. almost lapis blue. three tears in each eye, offerings to you. i lay quiet and fallow and wait for your planting.
PERSISTENT SINGING BIRD OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. SONG SEEMS TO REPEAT IN NOTES, PATTERN, BEAT. COLD DOES IT FEEL COLD IT'S COLD SOMETIMES IN LIVING, SOMETIMES WARM OR HOT. CYCLES, SEASONS, DIRECTIONS. SUN CLOUDS RAIN SUN. MAYBE SNOW. STORMS, CALMNESS. ALL THE SEASONS OF GROWTH AND LIVING AND FADING BACK TO THE EARTH.
GOD LIES AT THE CENTER OF EACH TEAR, SOUL IS THE CHEEK THEY FALL UPON. TEARS THE TRUE OFFERING TO LIFE. TEARS HAVE THEIR OWN SEASONS, A SEASON OF SADNESS, A SEASON OF JOY AND LAUGHTER, MOURNING AND MELANCHOLY AND QUIET JOY. EVEN TEARS, THOSE DROPS WE ASSOCIATE WITH PAIN, EVEN THOSE ARE WHOLE AND COMPLETE AND CONTAIN MULTITUDES. EVEN THEY CONTAIN THE SEASONS.
WHAT YOU NEED IS HAND-TOUCH, HAND ON YOUR HAND, HAND IN YOUR HAND, YOUR HAND IN ANOTHER'S. FEAR AND LONGING IN THE FIRST HAND HELD AS ADOLESCENT. SUCH COMPLETE JOY IN A CHILD'S HAND. SUCH SHARED SADNESS IN HOLDING THE HAND OF A MOURNER.
GOD HIMSELF HAD HANDS, PIERCED BY NAILS. HANDS THAT LOVED. HANDS THAT HELD. HANDS THAT BROUGHT FOOD TO MOUTH AND WIPED SHIT.
HOW NOBLE ARE HANDS.
MORE TEARS OF OFFERING, ONLY YOUR RIGHT EYE THIS TIME. THEY FALL WITH THEIR OWN MINDS, THEIR OWN PURPOSE AND AGENDA. DO YOU FEEL SAD? NO. YOU FEEL WHOLE, CONNECTED. ARMS WRAPPED AROUND LIFE AND LIFE'S ARMS AROUND YOU. THIS IS WHOLENESS WE ALL HAVE UNKNOWING.
i am in that place of slowness, of openness, of grace and thankfulness. the veil between my soul and all souls shimmers, then drops and the souls embrace as estranged family. let the walls tumble down. let souls find their level. the body is illusion, there is no separation except in blindness.
GO TO THE DAY, TO THE WORLD. LET THE SOULS REJOICE TOGETHER. LET THEM SUFFER TOGETHER, LET THEM OPEN TO THE WORLD TOGETHER.
i open to yes.
from: 2021.02.21 sun