On a moonless night
it seems they harm me
that mate
sister
brother
mother
father
friend
neighbor
stranger.
With a look
a word
a finger
a fist—
slayed.
But the Beloved reveals
no thing
no one can.
Soul in its glory
is impervious as the sky.
Only I
through what I hold dear
create pain.
This relentless teacher
shows
where my love
must go:
Inward.
And then the hurt dissipates
like winter breath
leaving me clear
empowered,
with the sun
warm on my cheeks.
Title: Rumi
ahhhh, the power of The Presence!
“the sun warm on my cheek” – love that sensual image.
Thank you, L.
Your will to liberation shouts at and inspires me in this short expression. Keep up the great work. Thanks, Lesley.
Thanks for sharing this Dear Lesley. Again, a timely and loving affirmation of His Presence.
Blessings,
Deb
…what Al says. You are an inspiration to me — one that can see pain as a friend we invite to our party. Only we can create pain — oh, and the dentist 🙂 Lovely contemplation, Lesley.
Truth, can’t get too much of that. <3 Thank you beautiful soul.
Thank you all for your kind comments. What a joy it is to meet each day knowing that every experience is a loving lesson. It also helps to have travelers like you to remind me. 🙂
Lesley, I extend gratitude to you for your beautiful sharing. I enjoy it all. This particular poem kept me grounded today — in the present, in the moment. And your beautiful photo of blossoms — well, I swear I can smell them. Wonderful!
Thank you sweetheart! What a gift to be shown in consiousness these lies that we think are so True, but upon release are shown something so much better…..thank you for your beautiful Soul self coming through in this inspiration!