On the second threshold - Surrender
When was I Ever Less in Dying? Rumi "Very truly, I tell you, when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished. But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.” Jesus, John 21 Just when it seemed I had found my bearings on this strange and stormy path having passed through lush and open fields that deepened a knowing place and carved out wide channels in my heart for Love I came to a pathless place so unknown to me that I couldn't tell if was a dark foreboding wood or a sheer cliff. Frozen in time and space I reached into my bag for the compass that kept me on course now spinning hopelessly and the canteen of intention whose sweet water had run dry. A voice from the bright abyss rose like the sound of an earthquake from the ground of being and from the sky above My bag now emptied of all tools of navigation shimmered with a bright luminescence as if Golden Threads of purpose were woven into the very fabric of the bag Illuminating pure longing I folded the bag around my waist as if girded with courage I knew what to do. . .
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4/22/2017 05:21:32 am
I really love this poem. The problems and struggles of the author is highlighted in the poem. I can really relate with the author's sentiments. I know what it feels like to be standing on something you're unsure about. I enjoy reading poems that I can relate to.
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