arrival of forgiveness


there have been years
when forgiveness
could not enter my heart

when the time of forgiving
and being forgiven
had not come

the leap into a burdenless
present seemed impossibly far

and then . . . it happened
almost in spite of myself

an opening of the heart,
touching tenderness,
healing, a fresh start

the arrival of forgiveness
is still a mystery

yet the waiting for it
is so much sweeter
while patient and welcoming

the little animal

find that little animal within you
that thrives
on any sort of drama
and take it out to lunch

then, when you sit together
listen respectfully
to all it has to say

you don’t have to do anything
you don’t have to agree
or argue, just listen

and when all the talking
and good listening is done
invite everyone to play

playing
for the sake of playing
for the love of being alive

our anonymous teachers

cheers
to the teachers
that come to us
when we least expect them

that meet us when
we need them most

cloaked in the guise
of a world event,
or the irksome habit of another
even in our own indomitable quirks

anything that has the power
to unsaddle us from our seat
of peace and goodwill

that points out the burdens
we still carry

may we embrace
these anonymous teachers
that intend to gentle our heart

no shame

sometimes we get separated
from the wisdom of our heart

when sly thoughts and strong
emotions take us off track

temporarily interrupting
our connection to peace and good will

there is no shame in this,
only opportunity for insight

stand still then
keenly, quietly listening

not pushing, nor pulling
just patiently trusting

and in the midst of uncertainty
the heart will find you again

an invitation

 

it began as a mystery

what a wondrous journey you made
when you traveled
through the veil of birth

and now, all your days
playing in the material world
are they not enigmatic?

will you not, like all, move
through the veil of death?
which is another natural mystery

to welcome these marvels
surrounding you now
to be present and engaged

sensing the living mystery
this is the invitation

 

blessings

 

let’s put aside our small talk
and talk of our blessings

even if we have to sit wordlessly
to hear each other

let us connect and remember
the blessings that came to us

in moments of healing,
of wisdom, wonder and love

blessings that arrived
in the guise of coincidence
as rare flashes of beauty
or an inexplicably deep peace

let us open ourselves
to this vibrant thread of blessedness
that guides our lives

to the blessings
that are still waiting
for the time when we are ready
to welcome them

 

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