Read a poem to an audience
while your voice and hands
shake with fear.
Give that coin
to the homeless man
who will likely buy drugs.
Tell your friend you love her
even as the air shimmers
with awkwardness.
Let the wind blow your hair into a rat’s nest,
the sun burn your skin
and sleepless nights wrinkle your brow.
Live as though
only Love is watching!
The trail is long
and marred with tree roots and sharp rocks,
but you don’t want to tiptoe.
Instead, strike like lightning,
all the power within you
charging the world.
Because what really matters
is the Beloved inside.
When you love that Essence.
And own it!
All else falls in place.
No one will even hear
the tremor in your voice
as you read.
That homeless man may
buy a sandwich
and walk a brighter path.
And your friend just might release
a sparkling tear that softens the heart
of the entire Universe.
What a lovely descriptions of love in action! Be Foolish teases the imagination of all the possibilities to dive in and use His love to soften the entire Universe.
Thank you, Christena. Yes, I love what you wrote: using His love to soften the entire Universe. It sure does.
Wow, one of your best poems. Made my heart soar!
Thank you, Jazzy. I’m so happy to hear the Beloved spoke to you through this poem.
Such a lovely and life=affirming poem that I badly needed this morning. Thank you, Lesley!
Thank you! Isn’t it fabulous when we get just what we need in the moment?
Love this one Lesley! “Live as though only Love is watching!” Such a beautiful invitation!
Thank you, Julie. That was my favorite line from the Beloved as well. So grateful!
Wow. I am full.
💙, Mary
So inspiring. Thank you.
Thank you, Theresa. Warms my heart.
I love this. Living in the now with the Beloved. What joy.
Thank you. Truly, that is the greatest joy. Grateful!
This poem took my breath away. Again. Thank you for sharing! Finding the balance between striking like lightening and letting the Master strike in my behalf has always been my challenge because the mind is happy to do all the striking and taking credit for the marvelous holes it leaves in its wake. Your fabulous poem splits that hair so perfectly. Loving and owning the Essence is the fuel that assures that all our bold actions are made without ego — our arrows are dipped in honey, and our lightening, instead of making holes, charges the atmosphere with love and lifts the souls it touches.
Beautifully said, Rudy. I love that distinction. It is such a razor’s edge to walk, always checking IN to be clear on our current INfluence! And yes, lots of holes in life from mind’s lightning. But the Beloved’s is a pure miracle, each time. Thank you, dear soul.
Wow. This poem shot me right in the 3rd eye. I am full. Thank you, Lesley,
Hi Mary, Love that “shot in the 3rd eye.” So happy to hear the Beloved spoke to you through this poem.