Many years ago
I stood before the gathering
Of family and friends
And I spoke to you about this love.
This love so fine
And I described it with ancient words
Love lives on with us
Into our old age.
How was I to know at that moment
What was to be ahead
The trajectory of love
And the precious task of its growth?
To learn to love and accept
To sit in this heart space
Of unconditional regard
To appreciate how we age and evolve.
This older version of love
Perhaps not so rare
Yet still so fine
Fills me with gratitude.
She walked in the room
I am at home
This is my tribe.
Hearts were wide open
Love flowed everywhere
She looked with all of herself
Third eye awareness.
How many lifetimes
Had they met in this way?
A cosmic consciousness
To love, serve, remember.
Healing the self and other
Growing stronger each day
A tribe to call home.
She walked out of the room
Carrying with her
The tribe’s light
Rooted in loving, serving, remembering.
It’s just a feeling, and it will pass
So it’s all okay.
It’s okay to be filled with uncertainty
after hitting that send button and watching the email sail away.
It’s okay to feel like crying
wondering if your journey there will come to an end.
It’s okay to feel those feelings running so deepy
because, dear one, this too will pass.
It will pass and you will move along on your journey.
It will pass and you will still have this moment
And this moment too, and the next moment.
In those moments you have the new opportunity
to be with your breath, to discover your true nature,
to walk into suffering
to realize your interconnectedness…
All of this in a changing universe
Where it’s all okay.
Woken by the hum of a mosquito in her ear
4:15 am and the sun is casting early light around the edges of the mountains
With bleary eyes she gazes out over a calm lake
Like glass reflecting the sky and green trees nature comes into focus
It is too early to be gazing and searching for peace
Mantras spin through her mind
She dozes back to sleep, a feeling of peace
That only such communing with nature can bring