I have a fire inside me but I am teaching it to not need anything
I aspire to be
Like the wind
Moving everything, but so gently
It is more still with the movement.
I aspire to be like that note
A musical tone
Something you can’t see
So close to being nothing, yet still alive.
I have become so yielding for you
Yielding without needing.
Sinking into the earth and grounding energies.
The living that we are all doing is growing. cleaning itself, rubbing its eyes , becoming clear.
The life in a plant, that stretches its branch to eat the sun
The chlorophyll which turns light into form,
I eat the plant,
I am that light which makes form.
I thought of her beauty and it reminded me of my own soul.
She speaks in soul codes
She’ll unlock your memory
The soul is made of everything which is beautiful
And it will be more so than you can even imagine
But we try
And that’s the practice
Creation hides in human minds unaware of their own excellence.
She loves what she made.
She doesn’t need you to acknowledge her miracle.
There protecting and directing,
the only wind,
The only author,
The one orchestrator,
But so gentle and subtle,
You’ll forget that she is there
Like birds who think they’re flying
but are just gliding on the wind.
Or a musician, whose tune he thinks he invented, but really it visited him
Like something alive
A song in the mind before it is sounded-
Alive but not incarnate, present and silent,
I will take that tune and give it sound.
I close my eyes when I look, and my life itself is a song which subtly encodes my world.