I am being called, again.
I have a new understanding now
Of the heart ache and the anxiety
And the emptiness and the doubt
The fears and the desires, all of these
Are signposts to my peace.
These are the many voices of wisdom
That which is contained within the planets
And animals and plants and people
Wisdom belongs to no one place or thing
It just is, patiently awaiting us all.
I have heard it’s call more clearly than
Ever before. The emptiness and ache
In my chest an invitation to turn around,
To move inward, to sit still and soften
And accept that my grief is my teacher.
To know that the moist eyes and the
Ragged breath have been calling me
The heavy limbs and tense sinew
Pulling at me to gather myself
All calling me to come home, please.
Now, now, I recognize the call
Accept that it is time to be in the
Presence of the Pure Intelligence
That indeed there are gifts for me
And that I will endure the beauty.
My unspent love released at last
I am witnessed as alive and joyful
Red lips curved with smile and wet
With tears. Radiance has taken
A place in the centre of my being.
I am being called, again