Come, come and dance

Come, come and dance.

Dance with me

in the sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance.

Shed away all that is illusion

protecting and fielding

a human life.

 

Come, come and dance.

Strip away all the falsities of a parade

marching by with

flamboyant costumes and masquerades.

 

Come, come and dance.

Take off your garments

throw off your ideologies

and sing with me

in all your great nakedness.

 

Come, come and dance.

I breathe in all that you are

and I breathe out all that I am not.

We too are intermingled.

We are one.

 

Come, come and dance.

Dance the beautiful, stirring,

liberating,

sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance

with me.

 

I am there.

Be still and know that I am there.

Waiting silently for you to awaken

to grow into your destiny.

 

Be still and know that I am there.

Needing nothing else in return

just a recognition of knowing.

 

Be still and know that I am there.

Discovering that all along

that illumination was just a reflection.

 

Be still and know that I am there.

Having the courage

to live in the moment of expectation.

 

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This photo was taken almost four years ago to the day.  A solitary trail run during Grad School.  Winona, Minnesota, St. Mary’s University of Minnesota.  Rivers call us to be still and reflect.  This river most likely at some point in its life empties into the Mississippi, as Winona lies on the bluffs of that mighty river.

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And, just because I am awfully sentimental.  The athletic hallway to the pool I swam in nightly after class.  Four years ago this week, I finished my final Masters Summer Residence after three years of study.

 

 

I have been lost.

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost in a world who doesn’t see my pain.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost from a future no longer.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost in the sad gravity of life.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

 

Then my soul is found.

My heart once crippled transforms

into ballet dancers

dancing

under the gaze and in the embrace

of belonging.

 

I have been lost.

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost in a world who doesn’t see my pain.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost from a future no longer.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

Lost in the sad gravity of life.

 

I have been lost.

Lost for many years.

 

Then my soul is found.

My heart once crippled transforms

into ballet dancers

dancing

under the gaze and in the embrace

of belonging.

 

Divinity​ awaits you

 

The one moment of error is to act as if

science is the language of the soul.

As if life depended upon the logical seen with no

witness to all that stirs within unknown.

 

To feel as if life had boundaries that existed

that could be defined or observed.

Surely, even you, have felt something beyond;

the ephemeral, the stirrings, and the song of the heart,

crowding out all that is known; the illusions of a world.

 

Facts are the modes of knowing but only poets

pierce deeply into the soul.  Boundaries do not exist in a

rebels voice. A voice from the dark night of the soul offering

redemption.

 

The soul is your mentor of things to come,

possibilities unknown.

The door has always been there to frighten you and invite you,

through the doorway of divinity

that has always been open and waiting for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And your heart begins to ache

When a deep stirring inside

calls you to more

And your heart begins to ache

of soul stirrings from a long time ago

You have come to the place

that is at the heart of all belonging.

 

When you begin to see with clarity

and feel with compassion

And your heart begins to ache

in a way that you have never witnessed before

You have come to the place

that is the kingdom of the eternal.

 

When you feel your destiny stir within you

and all seems to have awakened

And your heart begins to ache

of that pilgrim soul

You have come to the place

that is the true nature of your soul.

 

Love is the nature of the Soul – John O’Donohue.

 

 

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The sunlight filtering through clouds in Achill Sound on the west coast of Ireland.  October 2014.

 

 

Deep within.

Deep within.

No explanation needed

for the neon.

 

Deep within.

A secret place.

A place to belong.

 

Deep within.

The eternal

sings a symphony

just for two ears.

 

Deep within.

The inexplicable

remains

not of this

world,

nor for this world.

 

Deep within.

Utter knowing.

Trust.

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