Story~meditation
My shining jewel-self hid.
In a cave.
Deep.
Dark.
Shadowed, smothered:
Huddling in imagined unworthiness.
Alone.
Self-forsaken.
Believing illusion's lie.
Then came the sister of the water.
With gentle, fluid persistence.
She turned toward a light, saw my jewel unbound.
In her trust and love ~ outside the cave.
Me the unbound, bowed, freshly, magically, delivered.
Bowed low.
From the heart of water sister~
I took a tiny spoon.
With the spoon,
I dipped in the river of my now-flowing heart.
Slowly, with the calculation of mindless, brilliant nature~
Cloud-like,
Mist-formed,
I poured tiny spoonful,
by tiny spoonful,
by tiny spoonful,
Of thankfulness to my watersister,
From the clouds,
From the ravanged heart,
Toward my huddling, bound, oh, yet beautiful self:
pouring, pouring
pouring, pouring
pouring, pouring
day
by
day
sacred increment
by
sacred increment
by
sacred increment
by
sacred increment
slowly wearing down
down
down
down
down
the huge boulder
of imagined unworthiness,
self-loathing,
self-hate beyond one's ability to communicate.
In the tiny
bit-by-incremental-bit
wearing
wearing
wearing
down
down
down
I bow in thanks to the boulder of oppression
With my tears I tremble in the Light of thanksgiving
and
find
my
broken self
only tiny
tiny
persistent
committed
spoonfuls
of self-honoring acts away
~
To the still waters, gassho
To the flowing waters, gassho
To the spoon, gassho
To the boulder, gassho
To the wind, gassho
To the clouds, gassho
To the giver, watersister, gassho
To the Giver within the Giver, the Light, gassho
To the water that goes where I cannot
Loves the untouchable places
~
To the new garden, I tremble in thanks
Blessed, earthmother, receive this thanks.
~
Receive this formula for freedom.
Amen.
It is so.
To all, gassho
w-sister/beau/the light
~/gassho\~
