lately i sense
something building
out in the ethers --
an extraordinary
jumbling of
improbably gorgeous
clouds....
a net of diamonds
coalescing
in the night sky....
a knitting together
of unspoken hopes
and spoken dreams....
it's happening in the silence
that infuses
acceptance
gratitude
confusion....
it's happening in the
mistakes i make....
the clumsy words that
spill out....
in my deepest unknowing....
•
what is required of me now
is no more
(and no less)
than to continue
living
exactly
as
i
am....
devoted
and sentenced
to learning --
to the irredeemable pain
and joy (like a mist)
that crowd each
conscious moment....
to stumbling through
my truth
and finding a way
to turn stumbling
into
dance
•
a gathering of guides
and angels
meet
to discuss our cases
when we are asleep,
exhausted from our efforts....
for a long time they
must watch us
sending only
dustings of
compassion
to drift over our saddened souls
and soften life's suffering turns....
and as we
hesitantly embark
across that sea
that both buoys us
and threatens our very keels....
as we learn to catch
the breath of love
in our own sails....
steering our lives by it,
allowing it to penetrate
the veils over our hearts....
as we feel ourselves stirred
and wakened
by the great
energies
the uncontrollable
motions
around
and under us....
as we give our lives over
to something we can't understand
and surrender gracefully to its lead --
as we travel bravely on into
the chill, unpromising wind,
the angels take note....
and begin kindling
our next
fire....
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©2011
Beth Anne Boardman
