Coming back is as putting an iron collar around my neck... loving in spite of
it... when people in our lives move on,,, because they fall out of love or they
just die,,, but having died and seeing the library in heaven... i know what is
left in and left out... where time ends... i know that if any touched my life
with any love whatsoever... the river of light that is their soul moved through
my soul,,,still moves through my soul.... and when this physical journey
ends.... our rivers....though once apart... meet again....and on and on.... The
lesson I learned is to give as much kindness as our flesh will allow...as this
is the part of who and what we are that is uniquely our soul... that part which
is added to who and what is God who is love,,,
I am ready to move on to higher love...leaving all grudges behind... but here I
am... on this dusty road... blinded by smoke and mirrors in this dimension of
illusions.. only seeing partially... knowing in part... and making up the rest
as I go along...hoping to find... streets of gold... the path of joy... a kind
heart...in this world... of broken wings...broken dream... and all things in this world will
be broken,,, but one fine day... all that was lovely...all that was kind...every
joyful moment will shine... brighter than the sun,,, Stars and planets fade or
fly apart into a million billion pieces... but our love we received and the love we gave goes on...and on... and
It just terrifies me that I might just get back in line and fall back
into another body again,,,
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Dona, dona, dona...
"Stop complaining," said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free?"
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow has learned to fly.
In that last day, I long to be the swallow, who no longer lines up like cattle for the gods... entering again in the life and death struggle...to fall to earth again and again... instead... in the place of time and space... it is my hearts desire to see the face of God... spread my wings...move on to higher...and higher love...
"I screamed at God for all the starving children, and then I realized that all
of the starving children were God screaming at me." -unknown