Preparing our bodies
For the great journey
Of our own personal death,
Can we pause, momentarily
To notice, oh so carefully
The miracle of breath?
Taking a moment
To acknowledge the wonder
In the passing by
Of geese flying northward
In the Spring, returning southward
In the fall?
The yin and yang of nature
Has been the way of it
For Aeons of earth time.
Comes the final preparation
For the great separation—
Breathe with it!
Milan Hamilton
June 15, 2022
_______________________________________________A poemThe Unspoken Yes
What we can not see
makes our blood to flow,
our lungs to fill
and our bodies to breathe.
What we can not hear
lives in silence everywhere,
comforts us always
and saves our lives daily.
What we can not touch
is beyond all knowing,
but arises in our awareness
and seeks us before we ask.
With the eyes of a lover,
open, intense, insistent,
this Holy Mystery invites us
to meet in our yearning.
In such gifted times,
when darkness glows
and silence hums
the Unspoken Yes,
we begin to live again,
as at birth and death,
while the universe
watches itself expand.
David
Sent from David’s iPhoneOn Jun 13, 2022, Jim Wiegel wrote:The unknown is what is. And to be frightened of it is what sends everybody scurrying around chasing dreams, illusions, wars, peace, love, hate, all that. Unknown is what is. Accept that it's unknown, and it's plain sailing. John Lennon
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