Do the graves vibrate deep in the earth
when a church bell rings?
Are they untouched,
the final sleep at last?
Do they tremble and quake just a little?
Unbothered by the rumble and undertones
The tombs spread out like a picnic blanket
A quilt of patchwork of names and dates
Important perhaps
Everlasting
Beyond one human life
a remembrance for loved ones
Do they linger and visit here;
or is it a forgotten, sacred land
that outlived its purpose
or its loved ones’ memory?
Why keep a milestone etched
and mark up the land
who once was and never will be?
The purpose outlasted us all
Time is cruel and nonlinear
How can that be?
The river streams and overflows no more
and the dying are laid to rest
We hold their memory
whether we go to a sacred place or not
What is sacred is personal anyway
I like to stand among the stones of lives
forgotten and long moved on
Like a reunion of lives maybe lost
but a legacy of sorts still lives on
Tag: sacred
What we do matters less than who we are
We tend to work like old cars.
Something goes.
The engine,
The body,
The smooth flow of heat and friction,
The get up and go,
The pedal to the metal, as they say.
But we are not machines nor computers.
Even if society tricks us,
Influences us,
Tells us otherwise.
I am more than a widget giving an output.
Yes, we all need each other.
We are an interdependent species,
Even when we can feel the most alone.
Our time is sacred and limited,
Precious and potent.
How can society run simpler
and with less friction, tension and pressure
so that what we do matters less than who we are
and how we show up?
Maybe that is what maturity is
and taking time to ask the questions,
not just reacting and repeating
the rote memory of what we have always done.
We are Sacred
We tend to work like old cars. Something goes: The engine. The body. The smooth flow of heat and friction. The get up and go. The pedal to the metal, as they say. But we are not machines or computers. Even if society tricks us, Influences us, Tells us otherwise. I am more than a widget giving an output. Yes, we all need each other. We are an interdependent species, Even when we can feel the most alone. Our time is sacred and limited Precious and potent. How can society run simpler? With less friction, tension and pressure So that what we do matters less than Who we are and how we show up? Maybe that is what maturity and the taking time To ask the questions brings -- Not just rote memory Of what we have always done -- That feels like important, sacred, fulfilling work And maybe a focus I can further explore. Today I am grateful that I’m able to focus On what matters: Healing and connection. Asking. Being curious. Showing up authentically. And maybe illuminating a path for my daughters So they do not fall into those same busy-til-you-break traps.
Inspiration and the Sacred
Where does inspiration come from? It can be a fleeting idea, A word or phrase that lights me up And I want to become the explorer of my own inner terrain. [The Sacred] It happens in solitude And when I’m out in nature. I feel most connected to The wisdom of my heart. Beauty always surrounds me, Even in the mundane and hard times. I just have to be willing And open to see it. When I connect to my heart and breath, I feel I am taking an active role in my life. I’m not getting carried away by the rushing tide of emotions and circumstance. In that moment, the magic happens. I no longer have to struggle. I can literally go with the flow. Again, I return to the explorer within, Who recognizes the difficulty in truly letting go With surrender and vulnerability. There is peace and ultimate freedom To find creative solutions, To take a beat before I react, And to connect to my inner wisdom. How does inspiration and the sacred come to you?
Healing Insights 