Beautiful!! When we risk it with each other, and we find how much alike we are in our hearts, wanting the same things,feeling the depths of our human manifestation, we are at the threshold of discovering our oneness in each other! Then we open our eyes together and realize that we are already in our oneness with the divine in that embrace of love!!
"general shenanigans that takes place on this planet"
Joan, love that word, "shenanigans"! Made me chuckle with its aptness, implies an affection in the midst of all the crazyness!
Thanks for your words.
Makes my spirit leap. This I will meditate upon. Thank you Naomi
I just can't resist posting this poem I came across today by Walt Whitman....I hope this is appropriate to do - it seems to speak to the last lesson, kind of synchronistic.....please tell me if it is too long, or if I should have provided a link instead. Thanks. Carole
It is time to explain myself -- let us stand up. (from Song of Myself)
By Walt Whitman
(1819 - 1892)
It is time to explain myself -- let us stand up.
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
The clock indicates the moment -- but what does eternity indicate?
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Births have brought us richness and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
I do not call one greater and one smaller,
That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me,
All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation,
(What have I to do with lamentation?)
I am an acme of things accomplished, and I am encloser of things to be.
My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,
On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,
All below duly traveled, and still I mount and mount.
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me,
Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there,
I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist,
And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Long was I hugged close -- long and long.
Immense have been the preparations for me,
Faithful and friendly the arms that have helped me.
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen,
For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,
They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,
My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me,
Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
Perfect! Just perfect, Carole! Whitman's voice echoes through the centuries. Language civilizes us. Love expresses us.
All voices merge in the oneness of our hearts!
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