The mind wants to build on the old structure.
But the Beloved says,
“Don’t balance this sparkling window in a worn out frame.
Leave all and start anew.”
This requires some destruction.
Pain sparks in the chest
and rips through muscle and bone
but only as long as we resist.
See clearly through fresh glass.
All transforms when we surrender the old
to live the new.
I’ve been replacing failed glass at my house. It is a much better view without that clouding that occurs.
Then a few weeks ago I accidentally shattered the glass on my patio door (a very small pebble, shot up from my weed wacker, therefor at a great speed/force found its way through the large black barbecue unit that somewhat blocks that window) and although its taken awhile for the new “tempered” glass to arrive, It gets replaced tomorrow, yea!. Meanwhile I’ve been watching and listening to the crackled glass fall apart slowly, sweeping up the shards and discarding them.
Then this beautiful photo and poem arrives from you.
I love the outer world as it reflects my inner experiences.
Great story, Sheila. I have been in the home improvement mode too, replacing 26 windows in my home and studio. Of course I wanted to do it “right” so I got bogged down with all the ways one might replace windows and all the different types of windows, from vinyl to wood to fiberglass. This poem came out of it, and was really a way for the Master to show me how much I cling to old concepts, including wanting things to be right in the lower worlds, a futile quest. All energy on high!
You have such a gift for writing poetry! Each new poem I read reveals another layer of your ability to surrender to the spiritual process of creativity. Amazing grace!
Love, love, love
Thank you, Kelley. You are so kind. When I put this poem up on my blog I had to calm myself saying, I am just sending out the love, it doesn’t have to be perfect. So i’m very happy that it touched a few souls.
This is so beautiful…thank you Lesley.
Thank you for joining us here, Patricia!
I hope to have my glass lens cleared up a bit this weekend. Lovely metaphor and poetry, Lesley. Thank you for sharing it.