We stand like that tree
with lovers’ hearts,
and lone travelers’ musings,
incised long ago
now distorted into burnt wounds.
Their original meaning is lost
in the sap and bark of ages
and yet ready in any moment
to bleed across our Now,
obscuring all truth.
Only the Beloved
can turn these wounds
into warrior marks.
Only through that Power
can we see the beauty
in our deformity.
As we stretch our branches
high in the limitless sky
the marks become kitten scratches
so far below,
then disappear completely
in the golden hue
I have been a freedom fighter since my descent, dear Leslie S King. Thankyou for this poem. g
Yes, Garry, I can see that in you, bold soul that you are. So often when a challenge comes, my first response is either meekness or anger, but if I center, it becomes love, the most powerful “weapon” in our quest.
Very lovely thoughts.
A feeling of vast expansion. Thank you.
It’s wonderful to hear that, Theresa!
I love your metaphical poetic magic!
Thank you, Kelley! So kind of you to say. Truly, I do my best to listen and am always surprised with what comes through.
Thank you for reaching so deeply into your own depths Lesley. It is also my experience that as I imbibe in the the Greater’s Love, that age old suffering becomes an old heavy blanket that I can NOW remove from the ascent of my viewpoint. Only upon the wings of His Love is this ever possible. This merging of our love is such a curious mystery!
That’s a lovely analogy, Karen, and it is a very heavy blanket indeed. Thank you for joining in the conversation, dear friend.
This is simply stunning! “incised long ago now distorted into burnt wounds …ready in any moment to bleed across our Now.” Hafiz wrote a poem a day for his Master for 40 years, then when he was fully Realized, he wrote them constantly. Most of them have been lost to us, but they are being reborn in our Master’s beautiful chelas. Your gift grows as does our appreciation for it. Thank you for the breathtaking inspiration. I love it when I see real life-giving poetry!
Rudy, thank you! Your enthusiasm warms my heart, and how interesting, that story about Hafiz. What a devoted soul he was. 🙂 Like you!