I knew a wise woman
And she said to me
That the river would mold me
And the wild wind would cool me
The the trickster the coyote
He would fool me
That father sun would warm me
Mother earth would clothe me
Grandmother moon would greet me
And of the old ways she would teach me
Wise woman, she told me
To always walk lightly
Tread the earth ever gently
Lovingly so preciously
And take from her sparingly
She said, to share with others
What you have learned from me
Be still and breathe, ever patiently
For the web of life
Has woven what is to be
But you must still chose
Your own path, you will see
And lastly, the wise woman said to me
To listen to the wise one
That dwells within me
To walk my path in balance
Is to be free
More than just words
So mote it be.
~ Jonathan Bear Geronimo Ramaker
via Shamantube on Facebook...I came across this poem and it was too beautiful not to share...<3
Ring the bells that can still ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
Anthem by Leanord Cohen
There are places I just don’t want to go.
Painful, achy, awful places,
where my world seems to constrict to a tiny, confined space,
and I could be trapped in that hurting place, forever.
Those are the cracked places, and we all have them.
Places we’d be happy to never visit again.
The sick pain of your breakup.
The terrible, nauseating pain of the times you lost your temper
and said awful words to people you love.
The bundle of beliefs, gathered here and there,
from encounters and from media,
that your human body, so perfectly imperfect,
is deeply disgusting,
and the lingering distasteful feeling when you see
your reflection in the mirror.
Not good enough.
These cracks, these jagged, sore, maybe-still-bleeding edges.
That is where the light enters.
That is where the transformation occurs.
That is precisely where our soul power lies, on the other side of broken.
On the other side we are whole again. We. Are. Whole.
What a blessed relief, what powerful medicine for the splintered soul.
We are still whole.
But. We must pass through the cracks...
Our suffering is our doorway to ourselves.
The most secret joys of the spirit lie
through those aching cracks.
The instinct to turn away can seem automatic,
but it’s not. It’s learned.
The broken parts of ourselves, like small, frightened children,
They need to be picked up, held close, and loved.
And instead we are trained to ignore them, and deny them.
“You’re not accepted,” we tell them. “I can’t feel that way.”
“It isn’t allowed.”
Has our society forgotten what it is to be human?
We are not perfect. We are not machines that look like dolls.
We are living, breathing, bloody-heart-beating humans,
souls crying out for grace,
bodies longing to stand on the bare earth,
minds that could be unbounded by limiting beliefs,
and with rough, raw edges, desiring to rub up against
all the experiences of life, without holding back.
We are each of us unique, and powerful without measure.
Our truth is withheld from us, and we don’t claim our birthright
as masters of our own reality.
We allow ourselves to stay in the boxes society places around us.
We are taught to fear our dark, wild places,
when the reality is,
they are the CRACKS IN OUR PRISONS.
Step into and step through,
and be born into something whole,
something wild and free.
Step through into all that you truly are.
You are everything.
Don’t be afraid.
Just open up to your experience.
Your WHOLE experience, and when the raw places ask for attention,
then turn towards them, and dive in, and pass through to grace.
I don’t say it will be easy.
Your broken places may be many, and feel too overwhelming to face.
Believe me, I know how painful it can be. How overwhelming.
Ask for help.
Don’t force yourself to do it all at once.
Just dip your toe in the crack and then retreat, if that seems all you can handle.
Then go back the next day, and the next.
It’s not an instant fix, this visiting our cracked places.
Think of it instead as a quest, a journey of healing.
The painful places show us what way to head.
The journey is in figuring out the way to make it through.
When you do, and once you start to make your way through the pain,
you will find yourself in a place of more happiness and joy
then you ever thought possible
when you were still inside the box,
pretending to be a perfect machine.
You can do this! You aren’t reading these words by chance.
The Universe wants you to know you are fully supported and guided
on your healing journey.
Just follow the light shining through your cracked places.
The light is calling you home, to yourself, to your true,
beautiful, shining self.
You are so loved and so beautiful.
Your existence matters to all of creation.
Your journey through your dark places to find light
will increase the measure of light in this world.
Creation is so grateful to you, darling, to YOU.
white light blessings,
Sometimes poetry can evoke a feeling that is very hard to put into words...I feel this deep longing in my heart, for connection...the connection that is always there, waiting to be sensed. Are we complete, as individuals? Or are we only complete, as parts of the whole?
I do not know. But I think this essential longing is part of what characterizes us all as humans...
We are needed, that is all we can know.
And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear.
Didn't you say you were a believer?
Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater?
Didn't you ask for grace?
Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?
... clarissa pinkola estes
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
By T.S. Elliott
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