We can’t find the Truth
only listening to our own voice’s echo.
We can find ourselves only in someone’s mirror.
in between human ecology and the ecstasy of living is our voice, unique, connected, and humble….this is where we find balance, build resilience, and develop the sacred rituals of our human nature……may we learn soul consciousness….move beyond the veiled spirit into the reality of dawn to dusk……
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
All dreamers and poets are pirates navigating by the stars, raiding the private places of inner worlds for the gold hidden there. May the dreamer and poet and pirate be awake within us this weekend, loving the adventure of looking for the treasure as much as we love everyone, and then finding the inner gold that guides us…..Oriah Mountain Dreamer