I live, as a hermit
and on most days
time passes with little conversation,
essentials only, in the care of one who needs me,
the surface talk that is needed to function, is light and superficial, attempted tenderness, kindness, humour ,
I do better some days than others, as I watch the shadow of her age creep into her face and bones, like a slow sun setting.
I attempt to create in colour and light, language , to heal , to try to understand .
It feels to me like I am in the eye of the storm,
the centre of a whirling maelstrom, filled with the planets orchestrations, as they shift into another octave, in her song of truth..
My tentative awareness reaches beyond and beyond …
The deeper words , are of reassurance to my heart,
to keep it open ..in spite of it all .
They say that to meditate from and on the heart, is to bypass the chattering mind,
and that will dispel fear..
I let go, into the heartlight .
I listen to the small voice, deep within.
All the fear that is seeded in our minds, each and every day, bear witness yes ,
but , do not plant those seeds, or water them with the ,
what ifs and the maybe, the endless speculations ,
for the monkey mind , the chattering mind, will treasure those , hoard them and throw them back at you in joyful sabotage.
If your little corner of the world is safe, be deeply grateful, as you see it turned inside out for others.
Hold light for them, walk in their skin,
but do not allow despair over the threshold of your heart , do not open the door to its insistent knocking.
I enfold the suffering in my heart,
Imagining expansiveness, infinity and within that, the infinity of solutions and the beauty of exquisite potentials , shining like the millions of stars , singing in the deepest blue.
In my thoughts and imaginings,
I picture this,
One stead fast rescue worker, weary in mind but not heart , finds and rescues another human from the wreckage , he has already saved many lives.
Another, tenderly feeds a dog abandoned and starving .
Pragmatic, practical and loving acts continue on, within the maelstrom.
Selfless and loving acts, of deep compassion occur over and over, every day.
Love in action , not in word only.
Love in deed and thought and energy.
Boundlessly grateful, as I am, here and now, to be sitting in the comfort of my life, planning a simple day in which there will be food and warmth.
I send out my thoughts, encoded with love and compassion ,
I see, in my mind’s eye, solutions found, brave acts, against insurmountable odds take place, true courage in the heart is found and acted upon.
I refuse to fuel the fear. I light up the web of love, with my small bright flame.
As above so below
As within So without
We are all connected.