Out of seemingly nowhere
a dust devil racing across the desert
swirling up an image
from a week, a month—
ten, twenty, thirty years ago.
It’s suddenly alive, a fighting bull breathing fire:
the thing your mate or child or mother said or did
or didn’t say or do
that knocked you to the floor
and stomped on your heart.
It’s true, real, vivid as an HD movie
with a bombastic soundtrack—
a heart surgeon’s knife
poised to cut deep.
And it does cut, only with yet more pain
because the incision point is already an old, old scar,
or many scars, ones you don’t even remember,
maybe even from another life!
This time, however, you’re armed.
You remember that all is the Beloved.
That ancient or recent word or deed
churning within the mind
was not from the husband, wife, sister or child.
It was a love poem from the Friend to call you back
to remind you that you are not that mate, daughter, writer or neighbor
but are instead
a whirling universe
Hello dear Lesley,
Old images and experiences have been up for me this week.
Thank you for putting it into words, in such a beautiful way.
May your day be filled with many blessings and much love,
Thank you, Teddy. You are not alone. Lots of purification going on!
Today as I prepare to walk into my day, your words and images solidified my SE. Thanks beautiful soul.
I love the dust devil analogy! So perfectly named and re-purposed! I’ve had so many “buried” little devils coming up lately, and I’ve wondered where they were all these years, the little cowards. They don’t bother me much, but they are insistent little critters. Your poem helps pound them down, break them into bite-sized pieces and toss them or burn their seeds. Such an inspired post — thank you so much for sharing it.
Wow, Rudy, such power in your position toward those pesky little illusions. I’m taking that one home and using it!
Thank you Lesley, this is so divinely inspired. I too love the dust devil analogy and the fighting bull breathing fire. Your poem reminds and encourages me to identify with the true essence within, rather than allowing my mind to swirl with the dust devil or play matador with the bull. This is perfect timing for me, thank you!
Thank you, Chloe, beautifully said. I too am learning to not engage with the shadow. It’s so empowering.
I too love the dust devil analogy! Memories do stir us up and seem to come out of nowhere disturbing everything in their path until we show up to create anew. 😉 And yes they are gifts from the Beloved, who wants us to move past the limitations in order to be able to step into the “infinite eternal free” now. Thank you, Lesley! Your words are healing and inspirational. Much love to you.
Thank you, Jamie. Creating anew, that is definitely the key. So inspiring!
Very moving, powerful and so true. Thank you!! ❤❤
Thank you for another reminder that perspective and attitude will always transform even the most intense and persistent dust devil churning within the mind. It echoes the words of the Master that peace and harmony are just one focus away. Love you so!
This poem spoke to my soul and helps me to remember why I chose to come back here ( to earth) again.