The gift has been given
and only awaits
its unwrapping.
Each momentary miracle,
like when that precious blue jay lands in my mind
and then appears in the fountain.
When I envision my dream house
and realize
I already live in it.
When my lover becomes
my very self.
Its essence a balm
like that cool stream
where I rest my weary feet.
These are the unwrapping,
the paper tearing away,
until the gift stands holy before me…
And is me.
Stunning! I’m imaging my feet in that cool stream as I read these words.
Thank you, Chloe. Yes, I have been dipping my feet like that at least once a week during this hot summer, and it is almost as sweet as the inner balm.
Beautifully simple and perfect. How I yearn to experience the end of Mind’s resistance to letting the remaining wrappings be torn off.
Me too, Niki. The end of mind’s resistance: baby steps, every day. 🙂
Exquisite. Total surrender and truth.
Thank you, Ginny. Yes, surrender it is, always the answer.
Exquisite! So true! And beautifully shared. Thank you!
And as consciousness takes the lead, the unwrapping becomes the delightful merging into the gift.
Thank you, Cynthia. And I love that added bit, the merging. Wow, so lovely!
What wonderful words to read after my Spiritual Meditation in the forest. Thanks so much Lesly
Thank you, John. I’m so happy that this dovetailed with your forest meditation. Sounds beautiful!
Reminds me of a sign I just hung in my place: “What I love most about my home is who I share it with.” I live alone. Lol.
I love that and recall how grateful I always was to live alone. Now I’m grateful for my new living situation, especially knowing where I truly live, inside. Thank you, dear Gina.
Simple-profound-so true each day. Thank you, Leslie, for voicing it in that way. Chills up the spine!
Yes!