I discover my woundedness. I sit and go into it.
The body and its language, landscape, soulscape, heart resounding. There harmony restores with time; let time be my friend. Let the light fill the gaps, weaving rhythms, mending landscapes within, as without. I walk, traverse, travel, wander, and I sing.
I sit and go into it. The darkness comes. The fire warms, the light returns. I travel and become. Old skins cannot support the lightening serpent, who is all wild earth, wild wisdom. Darkness only hides the light within it. The music of life continues.
The wise will not keep an image of age that is crippled. The roaming tribes know the ways. Old age becomes a blessing the more the years turn, returning, returning, always returning. The old become stronger each day, returning.
Why? Because of wisdom and love – the truth of life. What can we not smile for? What can we not hang onto? The heart will forever heal as time is a friend.
I sit and go into my woundedness. We all have our own gifted wounds. The thicker the mask, daunted more-so the soul. Strange lands resound in those who have not touched their being’s core.
I sit and grow in strength; mending naturally comes of it own. I sit and grow, strong strength strengthening, so that I might gift this world and not burden it.
Returning to the heart of love, again and again, I intend peace to all confusion of individuals and the collective. The clarity of peace in the face of waking existence. I offer peace, where there is deep anguish, may turmoil abate.
May unfulfilled longings cause no woe. May beings be enriched by simplicity. I strive for deeper peace where there is ruination and rupture. I offer peace in every pair of eyes I may look into. May there be peace throughout the world, wave upon rising wave perpetual. May the world sail the cosmos, ship of peace.
A very poetic piece and one that you can come back to several times and find something different that will strike a chord.
Shared…absolutely beautiful!
Soulscape…adventure!
This was a great piece. You know I write and record meditations…maybe an idea for the magazine!
This is beautiful! Thank you, Fox of the Oaks! ❤
I really love this scene…it’s gorgeous.
This is a spiritually deep meditation on “gifted woundedness”, a term which I had never heard until reading this, and yet which has universal application across the spectrum of religious traditions. The concept of soul-searching also permeates this vision, “going into” the depths of our inner selves and becoming more keenly aware of our true natures.
Coming from a Christian perspective, I identify highly with the concept that suffering has great worth, both in the ultimate example of Christ on the Cross, but in our own daily lives, uniting our struggles and pains with His, and growing through our trials to become better people, purified like metal over fire. In this way, we can also better empathize with the suffering of others.
The last portion of this poem particularly directed my own mind to the unrest being experienced around the world these past few weeks, and the beautiful blessing of peace expressed struck a deep chord with me. Thank you, Fox of the Oaks, for once again sharing your soul-flowing insights with us. They are truly a gift.
This is very appropriate poem for the world in which we live. It speaks to the value of not allowing unfortunate situations to get to you and destroy your soul. After all, it is said that those who wallow in bitterness end up living shorter lives than those who learn to forgive and move on (though not necessarily forget). If anything, those who move on are stronger for it and find that life can be enriching when they offload their bitterness.
There are times in my life when I get mad and want to stay mad, but I can’t because the passage of time overcomes this, just as the poem says. 🙂
Marvelous writing!