Alone one morning last week I sat outside under the broad canopied and cascading Elm that’s taking on new leaf as Spring brings warmer days, though the morning’s are still chilly so I was bundled in my favorite throw blanket across my legs. As I do virtually every morning I was playing around with words and concepts on my laptop hoping for some inspiration to visit and this poem made itself known and demanded that I write it down.
Hidden deep in my heart I hear a plaintive cry, find me, I am here, can you not see?”
What you are looking for is also looking for you. It has always been there waiting for you to show up.
What is it that binds us all together it asks? Surely it is not your illusions of separateness.
What would happen if you were not so interested in your own personality and were grateful for all who come your way for they are your teachers and mirrors to your Self.
You were born of love in a space where there are no boundaries. It is the head that knows boundaries. Not so for the heart. That magic knows no boundaries.
I look closer at the ideas visiting me and see that magic is always my companion if I had but the eyes to see it and the heart to walk with it.
When I see the magic in another person I know that it is my own magic as well that I am seeing.
Tolerance, compassion, and patience are doors into this magic and this magic is never loud for it dwells in the silent places within my heart.
But I struggle to see the magic let alone to be it. And sometimes it is just so hard, and I tire of the scuffle and my body slides down into the chair losing the energy to sit upright.
But then that bossy Spirit that never lets me stay in a good slide for very long pulls me up and I find myself saying that I need embrace the struggle for it is like a fire to the metal beaten by the blacksmith’s hammer and anvil. It makes me pliable to change. The change I need to see the magic.
When the goal is to be open to all the magic that is around and within me, in time I will hear what I am ready to hear and see what I am ready to see. And I whisper to myself,
“be patient, I am here!”