Being tender... Sunday, December 13, 2009

Right now I’m at the zenith of my tenderness,

There is that crackling in my throat and the spontaneous misting of the eyes.

I am touched so deeply by everything that is asking for the light and the love,

That I am drawn to give it all away again and again,

And to receive it in like fashion.

What is your solution to the dilemma that has plagued us throughout the ages?

What more can be done or given to lighten the load of those oppressed?

Can you live with a little less and open up your larder,

To relieve the hunger and the poverty of the distressed?

 

There are few demands that test us more than this,

And the excuses reign supreme,

But when the morning arrives for those who remain hungry and in fear,

Your generosity can be the answer to their dream.

 

It’s not a must of course to look at things this way,

For the intention of your worthiness is more than one can say,

We are all enriched and blessed by your presence,

And wish to sing the song,

In whatever fashion required to bring us all along.

 

Look deep, reach deep, and give even deeper,

So that equality some day cannot be measured,

Let loose from the wellspring of your abundance,

And show your heart to the ones who deserve it.

 

And if you’re feeling the source of the love of which I speak,

Then lean in that direction and return balance to the realm.

Can you feel the pain and suffering of another,

And respond correctly from the heart?

If you saw me now standing naked before you,

Would you believe my intention in all its honour?

 

The new year is upon us as it has been throughout time,

So we must escape from the realm of measurement,

In order to penetrate the sublime.

And every time I catch your image floating by,

I fly off on yet another romantic lullaby,

And my feet begin to dance.

 

I’m not sure just what chakra needs tuning in your particular case,

But if you can get to the heart of the matter,

Release the confusion and cut to the chase,

Then you’ll discover you’re the mystical secret that’s been told about in lore,

And then come to rest within the radiant bosom of the Divine,

Disappearing forevermore.

 

Lost in the perfume of your sacred sunrise...