[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery

[Lydia Rand]

To My Tribe

 

We all sing the same promising song,

we all extend the same hopeful words,

we hear in the same way

the phrases of those ‘out there’ who sing so well,

the messages of masters ‘out there’ who expound great truths

to their revering disciples.

 

I do get a larger perspective ‘out there’

when a diaphanous butterfly flutters

and caresses the elusive flower,

when a breath of wind sends a shiver down the river’s surface,

when the breeze rippling down branches ignites the cosmic dance.

I get it in Autumn when the foliage blushes in anticipation

of the fiery embrace,

when trees and bushes dare to burst into flaming red,

or when Spring’s whisperings scatters pink all over the orchard.

 

I see it ‘out there’

anywhere

everywhere,

but do I see it,

do I hear it

‘inside,’

do I know ‘in here’ who I truly am

or from where do I come,

do I know

that everything I see,

everything I hear

originates within,

that nothing exists outside of me,

that I didn’t come into form just to survive

but to create.

 

Do I know how complete I am

in union

and relationship

with everything,

everyone,

everywhere,

do I really know

how perfect

what is

IS?
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