While salsa dancing,
My partner told me
"The Universe is like an onion,
Many layers live here where we stand.
We may not see them
But we feel them
We know they are here."
A wise teacher once told me
"All the layers are stacked up
Right here
It is only a matter of where we put our attention."
My salsa partner
Also told me
"We cannot change anyone
All we can do
Is get centered
And radiate."
...
I am remembering
The Spirit that moves through all things.
I see tiny seeds of myself
In all that lives around me.
The chickadee sings
And I know it is my own voice calling out.
The wind moves a rhododendron
And I am the one who feels it.
These things are not to be spoken of daily,
In passing,
Like chopping an onion
With a steel knife,
But held gently around your body
Like flowers or gems
Plucked from Eternity's unfolding.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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