The Sunflower

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I would like to bring
my soft-hearted eye
to the great sunflower,
that lion and lioness,
each one of which
forms a cosmos,
its ring of life inside
harboring infinite pathways
outward from
source we seek,
its bright yellow invitation
to come closer,
to travel beyond
the velveteen mane
of petals,
to land on the sacred
cushion within,
but just as I am readying
to fly,
my soft-hearted eye
finds another,
and now there are two,
and I don’t know
which way to go,
and if I close my eyes,
I fear annihilation
before destination,
dissolution before union,
fear itself before love.
Then, a voice of power
speaks from within:
this is your journey,
and you can always re-frame.
And so I try: not to isolate,
or close off my view,
but to widen it all,
until it is One.
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The Unity of Seeing and Hearing

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i can’t always see it,
the array, the splendor,
for the thoughts that
wrap me in a bubble
of my own making,
for the worries that
know well how to make
clouds of a clear world.
 
i can’t always hear it
the melodious song
for the sound of my
own voice casting
sure things into doubt,
for the loud clap of
negativity i have not
learned to keep at bay.
 
but it is here.
it is always here around
me, and inside me,
a wrapping of sweet,
sweet senses
and i am here with
all of this, with the
pure notion of unity. – TS

Harmonies

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There are times when

my offering is feeble,

When I don’t know

the rhythm of my heart

or where it might

enter it harmonies.

I am sorry. I am sorry.

I carry you inside me

as I take hesitant steps,

adjusting to the light

and finding before me

in perfect unison

petals lacing stems

fiery colors meeting

the sun,

not the slightest

discord among them.

How they breathe.

How effortless it is.

How they offer

the totality of what they are

Without self-consciousness,

shame or pain.

How so much joy

arises from this. – TS

The Wonder of Side by Side

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The wonder of side-by-side,
how the one never tugs at
the luster of her companion,
how there is no struggle at all.
 
Let’s take a small moment
to contemplate the mystery
that is also no mystery at all,
of the harmony in difference.
 
The trees do it unthinkingly,
bearing life in all the colors,
not enjoying freedom in unity,
but embodying ours eternally.
 
They ask not even to be seen
but offer themselves to our gaze,
boasting no magic, but teaching
us everything we need to know. – TS