Who will I whisper my secrets to if not you? The truth of me, the best of me, the real of me, the brutal. Tears no longer familiar, yet you know when they will form. My provocateur, protagonist and confessional. Disturbed by your aptness in the knowing of me; when to offer wine, demand I sleep, push for written communion. Hold me when I shake, calm me when I rage. Trace the outline of my soul in darkness. Bring my nectar to its sweetness. Truth served straight up. Not a trick of mind, a true knowing. Silent moments stretch for days yet you know the real. In stillness I am found, in motion, in the words spoken to my loved ones, in the disarray of life, the lush of exultation. Once I lay in darkness, adrift on seas of past, absent locus; in you my will ignited, life sought to…
I have favourite words that lead me to description of shivering ecstasy and no immunity to the mystical affliction driving me to endlessly seek. Rolling words across my tongue I find nourishment and the tantalizing taste of a new journey.
‘Men must endure. Their going hence, even as their coming hither: ripeness is all.’ King Lear, Shakespeare (1604-ish)
Glorious riches abound within. The uniqueness of our destiny is held only within each of us. Unlocking ourselves with the key of ripeness, opening our mind and hearts we become flushed with wealth.
The eyes in the mirror know who you really are. No other being on this blessed earth may ever truly know you the way you yourself can. Look deep into your own eyes and tell them daily that you love them, that you are ready to flourish and ripen. Do not leave yourself outside your own life, greet yourself heartily, invite yourself in to partake of the feast.
Magical things happen when we become one with ourselves. When we become ready.
‘Come you lost Atoms to your Center draw, and be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:
Rays that have wandered into Darkness wide return, and back into your Sun subside.’
The Conference of the Birds
Fariduddin Attar (1177)