“Awakened Me”
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Lately I’ve hidden away wondering if my relevance
Was no more than a mysterious shimmering waviness
Hovering just above the desert road
Evaporating into the skies melding into rain clouds
To wash clean the earth
Washing me clean of cluttered thinking
To grind me down into the pulp of a new form of life
But how could I question these things
Unless I am remembering the chain of events
That brought these revelations before my mind
I stand on the cliff of comprehension
Balancing between the reality I accepted and
The necessary truths deeply imbedded in my soul
Ingrained at a precise moment in space
The birth of the universe
Born knowing what I considered
Was the simple complicated musings of a being
Coming to realize the interconnection
To every possible living thing in existence
I remember the truth the first time I read these words
“Be still and know that I am God”
Some of the most powerful and revealing words
To be spoken aloud as they expose the dawning of time
For what we truly are
One with our Creator
Thank you Father for Your gift of life
Truth in opening my spirit to
Awaken me so I am
Consciously aware of our connection
Theresa H Hall written today @ 0700
December 2nd, 2012 at 8:40 am
Lovely, Theresa. I especially like this line: “I stand on the cliff of comprehension.” I think we are born “knowing” (for lack of a better word) our true, ego-less Selves, but that connection gets lost with the development of language and self-consciousness. We develop fears, and start feeling isolated and alone, and that’s how some people spend the rest of their lives. I think it’s possible to regain that innocence later in life, to rediscover our interconnectedness, to understand that there’s never been a box to think inside or outside of, to become vulnerable and humble, but fearless, to fully experience each moment by remaining in the present.
December 2nd, 2012 at 1:24 pm
Kris, I enjoyed reading your analysis of this. I woke up to get a drink of water and I was not allowed to return to my dreams because this had to flow. When beckoned I must write. Cheers!
December 2nd, 2012 at 1:58 pm
Powerful stuff. Maybe a little thought=provoking too.
December 3rd, 2012 at 4:35 pm
Bid D, Nice compliment. Happy Holidays!
December 2nd, 2012 at 3:48 pm
Beautiful poem, Theresa. It took me a while to figure out what I was looking at in the photo! How cute when I did.
December 3rd, 2012 at 4:36 pm
Janene,
So you figured out WHO it was. Clever girl. Happy Holidays!
December 2nd, 2012 at 3:56 pm
nice work. I have tried to capture my feelings like this before and I have not nearly succeeded as you have.
December 3rd, 2012 at 4:38 pm
Brent D Trick:
Sweet of you to tell me this. Prose like any other musings sometimes are what comes through us and are not from us. Cheers and Happy Holidays!
December 5th, 2012 at 12:26 pm
Theresa, I couldn’t have said it any better than Helena, above. I, too, believe we are born knowing everything we need to know, but that the mixed message we receive from unenlightened souls, over time, clouds our minds and causes us to lose sight of the Truth. And to return to that Truth, we must learn to discard our untruths and illusions and become once again, in spirit at least, like little children. Your poem is lovely and inspirational and full of Truth!
December 5th, 2012 at 3:34 pm
Thank you Melody,
I have found we must be trusting enough to consider the possibilities that stem from the inklings we receive from within. To open up and let go of all preconceived notions and to abandon the restraints of closed-minded thinking. Becoming one with all is a revelation that takes the briefest flashes of recognition to open our eyes and hearts. If only we could all do this simultaneously. That would surpass every ambition I have ever dreamed of.
December 25th, 2012 at 10:37 am
We are all one breath, as Solomon said. Our very existence binds us to all existence, but our thoughts, our doubts, make us feel lonely and apart
January 1st, 2013 at 4:05 pm
Marty,
Happy New Year! With thoughts of the possible end of the world approaching December 21, 2012, I felt I would wait and see. I kept to myself and felt filled with my own thoughts and assumed the backseat of everyday living. The snow, holidays and a cold via the relatives we visited has us lying low. Today I have resurfaced to look at the world in a new light. My kitchen is filled with the smells of bread, cookies, spaghetti and apple cider. I thank God I can cook because I surely would get tired of take-away food.