It is in our most still moments that we encounter ahas in our lives.These posts come from that stillness of being.
Who is this heart?
This organ of my anatomy
Beckoning
Demanding
Daring me to look
Inside
And know the boundaries of infinity
Where no words live
I have learned that
Blackness strips the soul of its body
Leaving only fear as protector
But with Equus beneath me
Galloping in total darkness
I connected with essence
And trust loved away the fear
Changing me forever
As I reveal my soul
Allowing only the smallest of tributaries to be spoken
I secretly gauge the flow of your response
And wonder if you will listen
If you will hear the torment that the current brings
Or if you will, in your attempt to keep me afloat
Tell me what it is you would do
Or what you have read
Or the experiences that were exactly like mine
But what I need is for you to hear my words
Revealed to me as I reveal them to you
To let them wash me in the truth that is
And know my soul’s direction
And your part?
Is not easy
To look at me, to see me
To respond from your heart
Without answers and knowing
As each of us is rewarded by the gift of letting go
Deb Reynolds
March 2013