Oh virga, blue curtain in the sky
I envy you.
Suspended there in the glowing light
never do you fall upon the ground,
swirl down the drain,
or lose yourself in a muddy puddle.
Instead your icy tendrels
But I am a river
riding across the contours of this rocky earth
as the sea pulls me home.
I stumble over rocks and smash into trees
am stopped dead by dams
and am tainted by mines.
But the Beloved has graced me as well.
I sparkle in the evening light,
gurgle through pebble pools
slake the thirst of deer and rabbits
stroke the fins of trout
and reflect back the image of all,
showing the world its beauty.
That includes you, dear virga.
With your image rippling upon me
I come to know my ethereal self.
And then I see
that we are not separate.
Our true essence:
Photo: Jonathan Thorne from Colorado,
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O Lesley, it is you who reflect back the image of all, showing the world its beauty.
I know that in the strict literary sense this is a poem BY you, but in reality it has become a poem ABOUT you because you have taken on the ever-changing robe of the beloved in the most magical way.
Wow, Liz, what a beautiful tribute. Thank you! I aspire to that most of all. And I must say that you are seeing your own loving fluidity.
Breathtaking imagery, Lesley! I love the phrase, “riding across the contours of this rocky earth, as the sea pulls me home.” It is such a visual for us all as we trek this pinda plane. And I feel that great pull toward home emanating from Albuquerque this weekend! What a timely poem this is. One for the refrigerator door. Many thanks for sharing.
Simply amazing my friend and so suitable for the new infusion of awareness this coming weekend. Thank you for your insightful beauty and spirit.
I’m happy you enjoyed it, Helen. It’s a bit risky because not many know what virga is, but I hope they will take the time to understand a new word! And yes, the infusion is already flowing. 🙂
Thank you, Rudy. Yes, that is my favorite line too. I loved the idea of home pulling us, which is what it does. Oh and how we resist! Yes, a major tug toward ABQ is happening now. Whew!
I love this poem Lesley, thank you! The imagery is so profound. I love the sense of His image rippling upon me. I’ll endeavour to hold to that today. Liz is right, you are a huge strong flowing river, touching so many souls on your journey, as you approach your estuary. Thank you!
Dear Lesley, this imagery is live wire in His Love. Thank you for your willingness to channel and deepen soul’s experience. You are a Love Warrior!
I *view* your vividly swirling imagery of virga as a metaphor of our capacity for suspended ascension through soul transport…sublime bhakti personified. Thank you for the kind invitation dearest Lesley.
That’s a lovely view, Bobby. Thank you!
Turns out that this clear and lovely poem heralded a seminar stressing the promise of our eventual and inevitable merging with all that there is. The satsang echoed the words of the poem in perfect harmony. I so appreciate your words.
So true, Stephani, I noticed that too. The seminar really does start long before the event, the Master speaking through each of us in myriad ways. Thank you for reading and joining the conversation!