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Something happened this weekend
that might well have tipped the
apple cart into oncoming
traffic: disaster!
But...
aren't you
glad I said but?...
it wasn't a disaster.
Yes, the apple cart was upset.
A shocking thing happened
and it registered as shock.
And as I felt the stun,
I noticed something
else in this startle
of felt experience.
A whisper, at first.
Then a voice—mine!,
sounding not an alarm,
but a tiny ring of bell.
Time suddenly
sloooooowwed
waaaaaayy
down.
And a light
switched
on...
and in the light
the warp speed
of catastrophe
was shown
sewing my
field with
fistfuls of
frightfully
moldered
old seed.
The bell
rang:
this
is
your
choice.
Ages old
catastrophe
right here and
now, or a new
way to meet
what's come
from left
field.
In truth
it took me
a moment
to catch my
breath, to
catch my
racing
mind,
heart...
breathe...
still.
And,
calmed,
cleared,
I chose
the new.
I chose to feel my
nervous system's
reaction as a good,
natural response
to the shock.
And instead of buckling
in powerlessness, hewing to
all the deafening sirens, playing all
the sad old songs of tragedy and lack,
of suffering and misery endlessly
serving up their rancid fast food,
I felt—felt—the empowerment
of wholeness, of presence,
of a willingness to meet
something potentially
"bad," with possibility
rather than a patterned
positivity of doom and
its inescapable gloom.
Over and over I met the part
of me that fairly ached to buckle
in worry and foreboding.
And, each time,
with a growing
understanding,
tenderness,
gentleness
and love.
Slowly,
a new strength
made its soft
presence
known.
And as the day was
dipping its wand into
tomorrow, I held on
to this love for
the wound.
The wound that gets
opened again and
again with but a
single intention,
it occurred to me:
that I might tend
its pain with my
power to heal.
To feel the bounty, the
unfathomable plenty
of creation as mine
to discover again
and again so that
I come to trust
myself as god.
Never apart.
Ever a part.
And as the new day
was kissed by its
sun, my world
was in bloom
rather than
doom.
No
tragic
outcome,
just new folds
in the magic
tapestry of
weaving
called
life.
∞|∞
Eve Moore ©2024
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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix
This poem/prose was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.
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