Beautiful – thank you.

I think perhaps you’re writing the same poem that was getting itself written some 3,000 years ago, when someone said,
‘Calling crane in the shadows,
Her young respond in harmony.
I have a good wine vessel,
I will share with you, pouring it all out.’
– for the second line – the one at the lake-surface and the heart-surface – of Hexagram 61, Inner Truth, the one with its inner centre open and resonating.

I’ll carry this in my heart today.
.-= Hiro Boga’s last post … Meditations From the Center: 1 =-.

This poem is exquisite in its tenderness, the feeling for me of the center of the heart…exquisite tenderness.

Here is one of mine. Thank you for the invitation to share it, here, with you.

On The Edge Of Wholeness

Standing on the threshold of the one true moment of existence
I know myself as both blossom and the urge to bloom.
Every ounce of my journey has been to unfold
To follow the blueprint of this flower
From young rosy bud to powerfully stretched petals
From nubile possibility to the height of complete engagement.

As my petals open to the arc of full bloom
my arms stretch open wide and vulnerable
my chest aches with joy and
I am completely available to Life.

It is in this moment of complete openness
I know that I have loved to wholeness
Every ounce of who I am
Even those parts that once felt impossible to love.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of Being
I realize the natural path of this process and
begin to feel the life force that has propelled
my unfolding welcoming me home.

I know there is this one moment
When my petals are at the height of ripeness
The height of the arc of fullness
just before I turn to the face of release
This moment happens many, many times
And at the same time is a singular moment in my life

I can now see that petals falling is also an act of grace
For as I stand on this threshold of change
I realize it is only by being courageous enough to open
That I have come to know what I truly am

The sunlight and soil of grace have held my becoming all along
my urge to bloom was always at the heart of who and what I am
This urge to blossom is also my urge to return
To the one constant in all of Life, the very nature of all that is.

~ Julie Daley
.-= Julie’s last post … Creativity is Truth =-.