That hurt that stops you like a bear trap,
metal teeth cutting to the bone
is really but a raindrop on a hot rock.
It sizzles and then evaporates.
But the mind tells the story
of pain and blood, and a cold winter storm
until the hurt becomes a bomb
dropped on the city of life,
mushroom cloud dissipating all reason and love.
What if, instead, on this longest, darkest night,
in the knowingness of our eternity
we leave our backpack of hurt in the valley
and climb switchbacks with the Beloved.
No weight on our shoulders
we skip up the trail,
and those we meet feel the love
and they too release their load.
Now the sun shines boldly
and we dance on the mountaintop
holding hands with our true self
in the eternally bright day.
Thank you dear….perfection in the Bhakti of the Master…..<3!!
Yes, Debra. Pure perfection of all. Thank you!
We move briskly on this divine Path of L&S do we not…keeping our bags packed…until of course there is no longer any baggage whatsoever. That is a wonderful romp in His effulgence Lesley! Celebrations in YOU on this wonderful event horizon of winter solstice.
The baggage from the journey removed leaving deep grooves on the shoulders a reminder that all has been perfect, a gift, leading you to the introduction of the real you. ?
Yes, Monica, so true!
Vividly said, Bobby. We do move so swiftly, faster than the speed of light. Thank you! 🙂
Inspirational as always! Looking forward to meeting you in San Diego (hopefully).
Me too, Bill. Thank you!
Perfect Lesley !! …always enjoy your writings ❣ dancing ….
Thank you, Susan. Yes, always dancing!
This imagery, wisdom and message so resonated with me today as I continue to invite my mind to see the beauty in the experiences that mind views as pain and discomfort. I thank you from my heart and soul for the beautiful channel that you are. Blessed Solstice and eternity to you dear one.
This poetic contemplation arrived on a rare overcast day in southern Arizona, reminding me of the hidden sunlight that reveals itself every time I boot the mind from the driver’s seat. Your words describe the transformation from the body consciousness to the third eye center and the joyful dance inherent in the journey from darkness to light.
This imagery speaks to me so clearly and poignantly. Thank you, dear Leslie, for writing and sharing from your heart of hearts.
So good, thank you!
I love this Lesley, the reminder that it is our active choice to release mind’s painful illusions in favour of joyful skipping, loving channelling and dancing hand in hand with the Beloved on a sun soaked mountain top. Hmmm, I know I’d like to realise this more. Thank you for this great solstice gift.