The State of Being Expected

Natural forces within us are the true healers of disease. ~ Hippocrates

The wound is the place where the Light enters you. ~ Rumi

 

While very young, I had such great

expectations for this elderhood.

I saw my silver

-haired self striding the predawn

beach, a black dog running ahead.

Meditating with the tides

powerful, wise, mystically eccentric.

People with problems, I knew,

sought my presence.  I would read

their cards, their dreams, the dregs of tea

left in their cups.  Their hearts.

And yet here

I sit today, holding space

for our national disgraces,

all the wicked things my history

books glossed over or downright lied.

I walk softly; I’ve reached the point where

I apologize to startled

herons and snakes. I respect the life

force in wooden decks.  The voices

of the downtrodden speak to me.

Listen.  There is no solution.

Searching for answers

leads us far from the present

where our being emerges.

Open the place

here, now,

where love is found

beyond all the knowing.

 

Inspired by Expectation, Eccentric, Moment

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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