[Thespiritexpress] Book and poem

[Riantee Rand]

The book I mentioned yesterday related to the Hermetic Principles is: 
A Story Waiting to Pierce you by Peter Kingsley.
I only realized after finishing it how it was telling the same story going on since way before our Western civilization picked it up.
A couple of years ago I had recommended In the Dark places of Wisdom by same author 
but this one is much more connected to what we are exploring now. 
It was very powerful reading for me
 
And below is Ahulani’s poem read yesteday

Little Leaf - For Riantee
Little leaf afloat on an emerald sea, she wonders where she's going.

So used to her position high in the tree weathering all the storms,
enjoying the tender breezes and
the early light as it rises,

knowing her place, her connections feeling her roots deep in the stoney earth down to the last capillary,

she was known and knew herself.

she’d come a long way
from that tiny seedling when she first unfurled,
then years of growing, knowing, shading, withering and falling dissolving and unfurling
again and again
as the seasons came and went.
always different, and somehow always the same.

And now...

What is this?
How does she do this? How does she be this?

Bobbing along this way and that, not choosing,
not preferring,

sometimes not really caring at all. Yet deep inside...

that same willingness,
that same “yes!”
that same “I wonder what's next?”
that same “I’ll throw myself in and see what happens!” that sparked her essence,
is looking around and getting its bearings.

This is a ride after all! There's adventure ahead! There's an adventure now.

New questions. New sensations. New expansion.

New awareness. New self.

And she's remembering, glimpsing,
sensing,
seeing,

that
she's waving at herself from the other shore, waving from the clouds
from the stars,
from the infinite sky.

She's smiling at herself as the little leaf boat. She's smiling at herself as the vast blue sky. She's all of it.
All That Is!

and is not...

She's opening and opening,

smiling and laughing

because what she's always known is true...

She is not becoming. She always has been.

leafskyduststarsoceansrootsong

Now it’s the seventh day.
She looks around at her creation

and is well pleased.

She smiles at herself in the bliss of being for now, a piece of gum
on the bottom of
an old shoe.
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