I uncovered an awareness
as I went to make amends
with a beloved friend
I had neglected
So many times in my hurry
to addresss her overly dry soil
I'd quietly add a container
of water
and flood her parched soil
She was always so adaptive
never showing visibly the signs of her strain
always appearing content
reaching for the sunlight
of the window
and the companionship of her garden mates outside
I never realized
until I finally came to top up her soil
and lifted up her tiny container
finding her beautiful long roots
coiled underneath
soaking up
the water I had left her standing in
so many times
what a beautiful robust root
it is that has to break through
the plastic
to keep herself alive
Completely unaware of her reality
thirsting
in the darkness below
for water
in the long intervals between my attention,
I was struck by the incredible strength
in those sturdy roots.
Having long outgrown
the container she was originally potted in,
waves of compassion
and sadness
touch me as I realize how much
I failed to see, notice, recognize.
As I wipe tenderly the dust from her leaves,
and promise to find a pot
that truly honours
the gracious and generous being
that has accompanied me
these many years
while I was so focussed on other priorities,
I know the beautiful red pot
I would gift her
if it would be of her liking.
Perhaps it will seem like a lavish gesture
out of context
or merely symbolic.
Now as the Great Divine Mother cries out
for her temples' recognition
here on Earth
and everywhere in the Cosmos,
in the dwindling of our precious time
for humanity's awakening,
I see her now.
I see her infinitely bright spirit
enduring
my lack of Awareness
and I bow to this teacher
of the dharma of compassion
as she reveals the ache in my heart
that cries out
"Forgive me for taking your precious roots for granted,
for any doubt you've inheritted,
in your inherent beauty
or my eternal appreciation
of your very Essence.
I love you more than you can feel yet
for you are the Love of my
soul's depths."
as I went to make amends
with a beloved friend
I had neglected
So many times in my hurry
to addresss her overly dry soil
I'd quietly add a container
of water
and flood her parched soil
She was always so adaptive
never showing visibly the signs of her strain
always appearing content
reaching for the sunlight
of the window
and the companionship of her garden mates outside
I never realized
until I finally came to top up her soil
and lifted up her tiny container
finding her beautiful long roots
coiled underneath
soaking up
the water I had left her standing in
so many times
what a beautiful robust root
it is that has to break through
the plastic
to keep herself alive
Completely unaware of her reality
thirsting
in the darkness below
for water
in the long intervals between my attention,
I was struck by the incredible strength
in those sturdy roots.
Having long outgrown
the container she was originally potted in,
waves of compassion
and sadness
touch me as I realize how much
I failed to see, notice, recognize.
As I wipe tenderly the dust from her leaves,
and promise to find a pot
that truly honours
the gracious and generous being
that has accompanied me
these many years
while I was so focussed on other priorities,
I know the beautiful red pot
I would gift her
if it would be of her liking.
Perhaps it will seem like a lavish gesture
out of context
or merely symbolic.
Now as the Great Divine Mother cries out
for her temples' recognition
here on Earth
and everywhere in the Cosmos,
in the dwindling of our precious time
for humanity's awakening,
I see her now.
I see her infinitely bright spirit
enduring
my lack of Awareness
and I bow to this teacher
of the dharma of compassion
as she reveals the ache in my heart
that cries out
"Forgive me for taking your precious roots for granted,
for any doubt you've inheritted,
in your inherent beauty
or my eternal appreciation
of your very Essence.
I love you more than you can feel yet
for you are the Love of my
soul's depths."
