“… oceans we can only know in part.”
Butterfly flitting brilliant blue against the gold-lit morning green of Sumac leaves and darker hues of Guava twigs still glistening in the early christened dew. Toucan flies from perch to perch among the tallest cedar tops, as Yellow Breasted Wren sends her vibrant melodies throughout the dawn’s first thought, and farm-yard chickens sing the song of eggs and joy.
Amidst this all, San Bosco Creek hushes mental voices, leaping rock over rock and washing on through all of life to oceans we can only know in part.
The key is joy and stillness, feeling, stopping, noticing, all the miracles we’re a part of. Remembering our celestial nature and mother earth’s embrace. The love so elemental within us, leaping, lapping as the stream, washing through us, tickling senses, awakening the greater mind within; spurring us to feel, to touch, the earth and all her own, to build, to bury our hands in her rich and glorious fruits and raise up goodness everywhere. To bring together highest intellect, mysterious intuitions and lay them in the mother’s womb to grow and soon be born. Green cities, kind villages, gardens known in the heart and soul of original beauty. Growth bursting to be told, to be real, to lead our kindred forward. Intelligence unrestrained, talents brought to grand creations, light and purity over all, coming from the source of love.
Tenderness as the morning sprout, compassion, willingness to see, and to receive; to bear the weight when needed, to hold the pressure steady and see it through. It takes it all — the tough the tender, joy and fortitude, to guide this wonder into wonder, then beyond. No stopping now, only forward, through lands of peace renewed, of bodies healed and hearts returned to their own place of inward guidance, where love, as this morning’s warmly rising sun meets ancient timeless codes of truth — and creation sparkles forth to make us laugh and dance and love and know
why we’ve come to earth
from whence we are
and who.
Susannah Light
September 22, 2015