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| And so, You and I become mysteriously What we already are. And in the moment we are undone, The weave of our true nature Proves stronger and more brilliant Than any dream we've had of it. We are not what we dream ourselves to be. We are not dazzling, but ephemeral things, like butterflies. We are not purged in the fires of creation to be lost there. We are forged, like blades. Awaken, then, and do not be offended by what you find yourself to be. The peaks and valleys are within you. Love what is alive and do not fear the counterfeit they present to you. We are not here to be subdued, But to dance. -Linda Solomon 1993 |
| True North. A compass that will not fail. We are, I am, deluged in so much information That my mind is short circuiting all over the place. Sparks are igniting fires everywhere. My heart is lost forever in skies that are so blue you can feel it in your nose In your hair and your eyes In defiance of everything we have done. Everything we have become to ignore Them. "We are the rulers of our destiny. We are the sole heirs of earth and all its meaning. We can make whatever we want, we can do whatever we want." But that sky persists in being a kind of blue that can never be digitized or painted. The crispness, the color of that blue can only be felt on the top of a mountain when you have nothing left to lose. Nothing. And it grabs you. It changes you and you can run from it the rest of your life, But it finds you. A hawk lands on a branch of a tree in your front yard. Its song shreds the morning with a piercing scream...a baby it is, learning how to hunt in your front yard, 25 yards from a 4 lane highway. And you know its that blue again That won't let you go. And it says, "I love you in all your arrogance and presumption I will never let you go. You are small and tender to me, though you dream yourself so mighty and powerful. I allow you to hurt me, because I can handle it. I allow you to rebel and hate me, because its your course." There is no getting away from it. Love is bigger than anything. Love is the only thing here. I sit at the prow of the ship. I shake my compass, lost on the waves of the endless sea. I need True North, a compass that will not fail. No land, no meaning, no end..... But the indigo night is lit by a million stars And the moon makes diamonds of the water around me. And I see the night is not all shadow and black and trickery but a blue velvet so seamless its perfection astounds me. -Linda Solomon April 2007 |
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