There’s a mirror in your heart,
but you can’t endure the sight
of your face in it: you can bear to look
only when you’ve ceased to doubt.
— from Kabir: The Weaver’s Song
This message continues to speak to me, something I penned a few years ago, haiku style. Written from a place of deep pain and soulful yearning, and duplicated from an old post, I view it today through a different set of lenses.
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The sky reminds me
of a place that’s far away –
buried deep… inside
So near, yet so far
that it’s really hard to see –
yet… you know it’s there
A constant presence
sensed even through denial –
beckoning… inward
Neither right nor left
just centered… deeper… deeper
to home… in the sky
19 Jan 2003
Fear, that great disabler, withers beneath harmony. Moving inward toward harmony, fear stands as a great spiked boulder ready to puncture any who dare cross its dreadful path. Step into fear without hestitation, lunging as Neo into Agent Smith. Enter the center of fear, for in the center is something fear cannot deny.
Harmony’s Embrace
Yearn for and feel the call of harmony - her voice beckoning with soothing chant.
Calm and fluid, she clasps your fear, casting it away like mist.
Feel and hear her, pulling from a deeper place - urging you, calling you, beckoning you to embrace.
Immersed and bathing, swimming in harmony, all is calm. Hearts slow, breath stops.
Home is discovered. Home.
