Tag: path

Sacred Spiral

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The spiral is sacred,
A divine unfolding,
A turning that brings us close,
but never exactly returning to where we have been before,
No, this is always another space, another moment,
This is our journey through life,
Measured by what we know of as “time”,
We spiral, out into who it is we are,
Creating a path that curves
And curls
That tilts,
And teaches us balance
And all the other lessons on the way,
Moving on this spinning orb in the heavens,
That too spirals,
May we individually remain steady,
Flowing around, up and out,
On each our own sacred spiral.

The Way Through

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I imagined I would be
So much further by now,
But of course,
I always take
The long way around;
No shortcuts had on this journey,
Yet, I will get there,
Surely it can not be much longer
To final destination as yet unknown
As detours redirect the trip,
The plans change with the path;
I need just reassess
Be at peace with any delay
And keep on
Keeping on,
Learning as I grow,
As I go,
Each moment closer
Than the last;
Giving up
Is no option,
The way out is through,
And hell no,
I am not through with
The way.

Instructions for this Life

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There should be clear answers
But there are not,
There ought to be specific directions,
Instructions in a manual of how to operate
This vessel,
In this life,
But there are not,
No “How to”,
to be in different modes,
Different states of being,
In times of joy and great despair,
Instead, one is left with hearsay,
Lessons,
from others who have traveled,
Down their own paths,
This wisdom shared to guide in the unknown;
Herein lay the hope:
There is no one right track,
No one right way to traverse
This path you tread,
You lead;
It is unpaved,
Meant to be worn by this very trek,
Thereby shaped by you.

White Feather

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A white feather,
From one of my ventures,
Resides on my vehicle dashboard,
The air through my windows on a hot day
Lifted and carried the feather
In flight,
As such things are meant to;
Scurrying to recapture my feather,
I am reminded
It was never mine,
It never grew from my body,
And yet now I hold to it
As if it were a part of me,
In a way, it is,
The remembrance of its coming to be with me,
And the miles,
Moments,
Mishaps and memories
I also collected with it present;
The feather,
Worn but white,
is a symbol
Of what I have been through,
Carried by the wind,
To always make a landing,
With grace,
Wherever I may descend.

Practice Preacher

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If, when, maybe
I become a minister
I will pray for you,
As I always do
I will pray for love and peace,
And possibility of
What is good
That perhaps we yet have not even known to be,

I will be the poetess
The priestess to the unknowable infinite
Will grant space for sorrow
To comfort and heal,
Will learn patience as I have never known,
Will be broken so that I might grow infinitely toward whole

I will cultivate bravery
For self to be for the other,
Will challenge ignorance,
Starting with my own,

If I become,
What I am dreaming,
To be
It starts with realizing
In this moment
I am already studying
My introspection is part of the path

Perhaps I have always been
–This student of people;
This student of life;
This student of philosophy,
Always searching for the meta reasons
Now acknowledging reverence and awe in cosmology,
In universal psychology,
Wondering why at an unanswerable level,
But through humbled acquiesce to the universe
In all it’s mystery

If and when I am granted a title,
I will surely not need it anymore,
I will find most satisfaction
In being the eternal learner to the everything,
–That I seek most
Self realization
That I am already
a student preacher

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“The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.”
– Barry H. Gillespie