Well hello there Disappointment! You’ve been on my mind of late. I’ve been reflecting on how your gracious appearances in my life were usually both misunderstood and unappreciated. And I reckon I owe you an apology. It’s a bit late coming, but since you are surely impervious to expectation I doubt that will bother you too much.
This morning these words lined up unbidden. They made me smile; I thought you might like to read them.
your thumping Grace opened up
a view without a viewer
a life without an agenda
a heart at home in its hallowed holiness
your diamond-edged scalpel
shaved clean the fluff and fantasy
excising my every erudite question
leaving no trace –
not even a shadow of ‘understanding’
a phantom could claim as ‘I am’
or even I am not
you turned me towards your ruthless kindness
revealing every betrayal and abuse
every heart-break and aching longing
to be an instant portal
to the eye-popping Knowing
that is unknowable
beyond, so utterly beyond,
where every word is empty, hollow, meaningless
and all there is to do is giggle
at this glorious ever-unfurling
are you not the supreme guide and guru?
is there a faster track to seamless intimacy
with the everyday world of multiplicity?
could there be a greater blessing than your quiet interest
in our stumblings towards the light?
oh have me so completely
that true vulnerability is birthed
. . .
Image: Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail.
Source – Artmight.com