Valiant Protector of Love

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to seek, to have, to know,
our place of protection
 
from our common source
in the cosmic womb,
 
flung here and there,
feeling apart, bereft,
 
our nurturing at time
stripped from us,
 
the stories that break
it all apart,
 
our worldly aim, then,
to remove words, like
 
find
reclaim
harness
 
to be again what
we wish for all,
 
past our stories,
safe within the
arms of love. – TS

Above and Below

I only have five words today, but they are important ones! There is always what we see, have and experience right before us, and there is the great, wide, vast universe out there to cushion us, to permeate through our experiences and inject life and energy into them. We can only start where we are, but we can also strive to see, experience, understand more … with JOY!

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I in the Universe.

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

 

Who am I, and what is the universe?

With some training, I’ve learned that I can see illness, health and all the happinesses with a quick scan of a body part, because everything large is contained in everything small, once you start looking.

Look closely, examine the little details for a grand portrait. And the other way around? I know I am contained in the universe, but where can I see it, see me? I can only look within; as of yet, I don’t know how to see my imprint in the stars.

I just have to believe it’s there because I know that I am here.

I feel this. Things move through me that leave me wondering and sometimes so confused. Lately it’s somewhere in the middle. I am in between things. Maybe a shift is taking place. The things that used to confuse me have either disappeared or else I’ve become adept at living around these confusions.

Not because they don’t matter, but for the simple fact that they don’t cling to me anymore, leaving me free to live in a world without their strong presence.

At the same time, some of the great passions are gone too. I’m not sure what I need to create, or talk to people about. When I used to feel this way, depression was near, like a shadow. Now, there’s a feeling of peace.

Still, uneasiness lingers. I believe that to live a long and full life, passion is necessary. Purpose is necessary. Maybe that’s what these travels have been about: looking past my familiar archive of me-ness, and up to the stars.

Up there I can be a part of something other than myself. I can look up and my gaze can be reflected anywhere, and if I don’t think too much, I can find the reflection of that gaze and follow it to where I need to be.

Every day I can hear my heart sing a little more. I can listen to music and feel parts of my body vibrating. It makes me want to tell my mind that while I have depended on it so much, I need to let it go. It has convinced me that there is illness where there is health.

It has allowed me to indulge in sadness when joy is the obvious state of things. It tells me again and again what I should not be doing when all there is to do in this world is to be free. I almost understand this.

I almost accept that the rain and the sun come at surprising moments here on the island, in beautiful southern Thailand, and that whichever one comes is perfect.

Then, when I look at my tongue or my palm, and see lines and cracks and marks, I can also see the pureness in canvas on which they lie.

 

*This was first published in Rebelle Society, here.