I hold Arjuna in my lap
pry open her mouth.
She jerks away
and races around the house.
“I will not hurt you,” I plead.
“It is just medicine to make you well
so you can dance in life’s joy.”
So the Beloved whispers to me
each day as that Power pries open
the clenched jaws
of mind’s stolid ways.
After I squirt the antibiotic
in her mouth,
Arjuna, betrayed,
hides in the shadows.
But in the quiet
of my spiritual practice
she returns
curls up in my lap
and remains still as I.
We commune in the quiet
soak in the Love
purr together as One.
The beloved’s divine purrpose wins over clenched jaws. What a lovely analogy. Thank you, Leslie.
Beautifully said, Diane. I’m eternally grateful that that is true! 🙂