Regrouping

Regrouping

 

 
I light my candles, and sit lotus still.
I think of the play of lights on the hills outside the Faire as sun sets and we wait in the clouds of dust to exit                                       in our metal resource eating machines
I could still go, skip this day of rest and order and neglected friends.
I could wear…I touch my incense to the flame.
I think of  Broom lady and has her baby come yet, and the pillow I want to buy resplendent with the world                               and lavendar, and then there would be drumming,and I really could still go,                                                                                                                                                forget this tiredness, the dirt will wait and the ones I see today  in a                                                                                                     place where interactions can have such sharp edges. the scent curls into my nose                                                                       with memories of kisses and love and music
beckoning me away
From here and now
from this altar, Kuan Yin,
Bear of the North,
Coyote of the Fiery East,
Crow of Wings and Air and South and song,
Dragonfly Wings and Water
and my own magic which leads to the One spirit, the source.
I sit.
I touch a button and the Ipod plays
And on the chants
And the strings
and the voices of the drums
they dance away….all my wants, and fears, and needs, and pains
All the things to fill my hours, moments, arms and days.
with anything but me.and I am gloriously empty
And again whole.As Lao Tzu said
My life vessel may be constructed of the finest materials
But its usefulness
Is in the space within.

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