Teardrop
A gentle priest
Told me once that tears are liquid soul.
I’ve reflected on this more than once
As tears seem to come easily
These days.
Tears of sadness, yes,
But more often
Tears of joy,
Of wonder,
Of movement
Of incredulous awe
At the miracle and majesty
Of life itself.
I have a vision of a singular teardrop
Suspended in the light of the sun
A prism of radiance
Reflecting the brilliance of
The rainbow.
One droplet
Of water containing
The mystery of the entire cosmos.
Liquid soul.
The movement of tears
Often feels like the birth waters
That ease and propel...
Ushering newborn consciousness into the greater expanse
Of Love...
Into the magnificence and power
Of the Divine Mother.
The Nameless and beautiful lifeforce
Vibrating in every fiber of
Creation.
Trusting the rhythm of labor pains
One rides on the momentum
Of ascension
That delivers us into the Heart of Matter
The Heart of our Creatrix
The Great Mother of Love
In her watery realms of compassion
We behold the purity of vision
And in this holy witness
Resurrect the Presence
Denied.
In her song
The long silence is broken.
And the voices of the animals, the trees,
The mountains, the sky, the waters
And all the innocent ones
Are sung anew.
We are not unlike deep sea divers
Plumbing the depth to retrieve lost and hidden treasures.
As we surface from this meditation
Into the walk of our daily lives,
May we claim the treasures of the Deep.
And be saturated with the Love that we ARE ---
And are meant to BE ---
Here, now, in the moments of our life.
May we find our flow,
Our love,
Our peace
Our safety
And our purpose
Within the Heart of Mother that
Flows through the tributary
Of heart space
Into the great sea
Where all is transformed
And remembered.
Liquid Soul.
We are a singular teardrop
Living in the Light of the Sun.
A prism of radiating light
Pulsating beyond the realms
Of time and space.
One droplet of water containing the mystery of the entire Cosmos.
A being of love
Abiding within in the Warm waters of
Love Eternal.
