The Current
came –
suddenly –
and took him away
from wife, young daughter,
family, aligned work,
and an adoring community.
“My apologies,” said The Current
whispering
gently
as The Soul left his body.
“You are to return Home –
now.
No tme
to say proper goodbyes,
to get affairs in perfect order,
to apologize.
This is your dharma,
your beautiful storyline
to come from water 💧
at the start of The Journey
and be taken back by water 💧
at the end.”
In memory of Malcolm-Jamal Warner 🙏💔
a rather bold invitation made:
write your own bible.
at first, a bit of consternation,
followed by curiosity
and irreverent possibilities!
bible as just a word –
lower case b
supplanting the upper case and its connotations:
dogma
constriction
judgement
patriarchy.
no, in my bible
tales of only love
connection,
spaciousness,
and a direct –
always open –
line to Benevolence.
marveling at the resplendent Peacock 🦚
its extra-ordinary ability to in-gest
poison
and trans-form it into breathtaking, awe-inspiring Beauty.
reminds me of the Lotus 🪷
thriving in bleak
muddy waters 💧
ah, the lessons nature teaches
when we choose to slow down
listen intently,
look up & down & all around carefully,
really lean into
the Totality of Life,
this Moment,
each other.
opportunities abound everywhere
to trans-form the perceived mess and chaos
into gentle medicine for all;
into something vastly different than we’ve ever experienced –
more relevant, courageous, mature, and equitable.
there is unimaginable Beauty in this bleakness.
can you feel it?
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