These past few weeks have been magnificent. I have died and been born again. So many of my older ideas have dissolved. And in this eternal moment I find myself in Source, a blending of my self with being.
I’ve tried to put words together when talking about this with friends, but what I feel and what I express rarely align. Perhaps this poem will provide a little more clarity around what is happening with my being and my self.
From Whence True Wisdom Springs
I wish I could relate,
What happened since this birth.
Of the simple moments treasured,
from this death here on this earth.
Fallen to complexity,
A need to be myself,
To wander shadow’s garden,
explore, distract and delve.
I turn now to simplicity,
to Unity’s singular call.
I witness body’s cleansing,
Soul utterly enthralled.
The return now is clear to me,
All fears are cast aside,
the vision set so long ago,
now the cresting of this tide.
I know not what’s to come of this,
nor do I even care.
For the why, how and end of it,
would taint the purest prayer.
Love’s pursuit of unity,
a turn from outward things.
Ignoring sights of the world of forms,
from whence true wisdom springs.
(c) Copyright 2009, Carmien Owen
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