[Thespiritexpress] Origin by William O'Daly

[Ed Balldinger]

This is the poem I read during Tuesday's Pathwork class today:


*Origin*



Long ago you and I struggled to be born

among the standing stones,

underground fire, mineral rain,

furrows of imagination yellowed by the sun.

Our immobile blood burned blue

even as the wind shaped

our serene incarnation.  We deciphered

the doors of the earth, found the one to open

on who we would become.

Our still-closed eyes strived to name oneness,

to behold the mystery of our bodies

falling in a rage of flame, in the rhythms

and textures of our appetites.  We tuned ourselves

to sow and reap, shepherd and slaughter,

to be true to many selves

and the singularity

from which we came.

Forging weapons that turn night to day

we meditated on the clouds

littered with the psalms of migrating birds.

We mourned the wild horses,

the range stripped of native forage.

The prayer wheel spun us at our core

as we labored to learn that how

we live is what we leave behind.



Returning to the solace of not seeking,

we need no face or syllable or seed,

as we come to know in our hearts

what we cannot know any other way.



          ~ William O’Daly
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