Three Magi ~by Moriah Freeman Stillness Silence Solitude Three Magi, wise and noble, Enticed By intuition, A common secret dream. Set off to find the source of all that Is— of love, of hope, of truth. Stillness ambles imperceptibly. Motionless she travels far— deeper, nearer, clearer. Silence speaks no words Adds nothing to the frantic roar of hate, despair, and lies. Solitude bears destiny as she strides forth. Knows birth and death and all between alone. Her heart A pulsing, throbbing, longing. Three Magi, seeking their soul’s star, walk home.
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A Post-Valentine's Day Meditation on Love
Love is imperfect.
It can sometimes be impatient, disappointed, and frustrated.
It may be dissatisfied—want more.
Too often it puts its own needs first,
And fails to see the needs of the beloved.
Love goes on trying, though.
It stays in the mess—
Believes things will change,
Or that it will change.
It recognizes its own suffering,
And so, realizes the beloved is suffering too.
Love does the best it can and
Accepts with gratitude
The best the beloved has to offer,
Even when that best doesn’t satisfy the
Mysterious longing inside.
It knows the longing is impossible to fill.
Love doesn’t dwell on desiring more.
It dwells on gratitude for what is.
It sees its own imperfection,
As well as that of the beloved,
And it feels compassion and
Tenderness for both.
Love doesn’t give up.
It doesn’t pretend to know
What the future holds,
Or how it will feel tomorrow.
It focuses on now,
Is self-aware,
Open, and vulnerable.
Love accepts whatever comes,
Holds it lightly,
And lets it go when time moves on.
It sees the good and praises;
Sees the flaws,
And keeps silent.
Love often fails to understand.
Still, it keeps on seeking.
It accepts that it may never comprehend—
There's so much it can never know.
Love disappoints its noble
Aspirations,
Acknowledges its limitations,
But forgives itself,
And begins anew.
Love fails,
Over and over
And over again,
But Love
Never ends.
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Circadian Rhythm—an aspiration
Awake, open
Ears
Eyes
Heart
Mind
Arise, go out
Present
Flowing
Engaged
Loving
Come home
Accept
Trust
Surrender
Sleep
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Deepest Longing, Greatest Fear
Roaring breakers,
Pound t’ward the land.
Bare icy feet
Stride ‘cross the sand.
Clean bracing wind
Whips strands of hair.
Streams past my ears,
The whistling air.
Bright sunbeams strike
My smiling face.
Sky’s azure blue
Wears clouds of lace.
Ocean’s deep thrum
Brings bubbling joy,
But freezing fear
Delight destroys.
That day I walked
The beach alone
I saw at last
What I most loved—
Eternal sea
And boundless waves,
Sky blue, sun’s diamond
Rays above.
And yet, that day
I also knew
The end of me
I dreaded most—
To drown at sea,
Ice cold and tossed,
While choked the breath
From my life’s throat.
This truth I see,
As I grow close
To death’s embrace,
Oh, dread delight.
We fear the most
Our hearts desire,
We love the most,
What we most fight.
We deeply long
For home. Go home!
One with the Source
From whence we came.
Our greatest fear?
To lose ourselves
Absorbed into
Life’s force again.
Annihilation—
Love’s abyss.
Union—
End of separateness.
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The World is Coming Apart at the Seams
The world is coming apart at the seams.
A stitched and restitched garment
Now, tearing
Everywhere.
I awake from tossing and turning,
Sleep that gives no rest,
From dreaming a companion seamstress,
Abandoned me midst ragged scraps.
My body is heavier than a mountain.
The weight of grief and hopelessness,
Countless tons of it,
Pins me, motionless to my bed.
But I must rise and stitch,
Though the garment is split far beyond my skill—
Rips gaping and subtle,
Ancient and new,
Fissures spread across the earth,
Among and between the nations
And now to us.
My thread is thin and frayed,
My craft, rudimentary and crude,
My tools modest:
Needle, thread and vision:
Do no harm.
Ease suffering.
Embrace what is and learn from it.
These, my implements for mending.
With them I practice sewing.
Insert the needle gently,
Draw thread
Through tattered fabric,
Hold it tenderly,
Mending its ruptures.
Come seamstress, tailor, join me.
Draw threads of love and beauty,
Kindness, patience, truth,
Through our torn world,
Stitching it back together again.
With All Due Respect 