Wait for Me (A Poem by My Self)

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Wait for me as I hover over a land of gracious beauty and delve into
  the waters of God
wait while I kneel on glass bleeding not feeling pain just grateful for being alive
wait yet longer while my heart pounds thankful for being in my chest
love me from a distance as I become my Self
hold my image in your heart and pray I will come
wait as I yield to the triumph of God –
blistering beauty of sunset
tranquil slate-smooth lake where we once met
hold the thought of me
let me be who I am becoming
wait while I feel every emotion and be all I can be
see me in light bright as bird wings flapping fast on a winter’s day
hold onto something
not me
let me go
let me be me


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Window opens onto glacier's blinding purity
purer than my own heart yet melting just the same
I fall into the melted freeze as it roars downwards into that smooth grey lake
  where we met
wait for me there
let your heart slow to the bird's wing as it alights the branch
see yourself above it
floating in ether
shimmering vapour
hold the vapour
that is me

Rumi - On Living in a State of Love

The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away,
afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love
is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone,
even surrounded by people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover
gets nothing.  He is mocked by passion.

Love is like musk.  It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

  ~Rumi~



Note:  Rumi was a 13th Century Islamic Poet, Saint, and Spiritualist.  He challenged the hypocrisy so often found in religion, and wrote of the deep love between the human and the Divine.  He lived as he wrote, and his works still inspire us to live in a state of love and compassion.


Love and Light
  xxx

The Bush Turkey & The Bandicoot

We don’t often get to see Bandicoots, because they are, after all, nocturnal creatures.  Yet, here I am, at half past midday, watching the matriarch of the Bush Turkeys and the tailless Bandicoot sharing oats just outside my kitchen.  There are two Bandicoots - one with its tail, and one who must’ve had an encounter with the Farmer’s Wife.  They eat at different times, as Bandicoots travel solo.  That is, unless they’re travelling with their feathered friends.

I go out and throw some more oats around for them, and the Bandicoot, which used to hop away, terrified by my presence, doesn’t even flinch.  I watch him eating and just the sight of his little mouth chewing the oats fills me with such love that I can’t contain it!!  My heart is overflowing, and I thank God for these wonderful visitors who have changed their way of living in the world, just as I have.

Looking out the kitchen window, I spot another Bush Turkey coming to check out the little creature who just shouldn’t be here on her watch.  She struts, spreads her tail feathers and, backing up to the Bandicoot, throws sand all over him with her strong feet.  The Bandicoot is quite unconcerned, as his new friend, the matriarch, chases her away, and resumes her meal, side by side with her friend.  The other turkey comes back for another look, but the matriarch just chases her away again and again.  She is not only completely unfazed by the little fellow’s presence, but is protective of him as well.

Their behaviour fills me with awe, and shows me, once again, that we can all get on with each other with just a little tolerance and acceptance of each other’s differences.  I am truly blessed to be living in this state of Love.

Love and Light
  xxx

Ode To A Fig Tree

Weeping fig's branches hang languidly

over the roof of my verandah

I stand, quieted by her beauty, and,

in the silence, I hear –

the sound of chewing...

Within this hidden sanctity
I search for the source, and find –
a caterpillar
devouring a leaf

My heart swells!
I am one with the caterpillar...
I am one with the tree...

In this moment of glorious communion
I close my eyes
and know...

God is me
God is the caterpillar
God is the tree

And God is the sound of chewing,
and the glorious silence...

All at once.

(Cindy Lee - edited 20 Aug 2021)