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
where love is found
beyond all the knowing.