You have lived in wonder
captured by its magic
carried by its vitality
that was both you
and the cosmos upon which you rode…
Long before you were taught
you knew.
More was known in the nurseries of you infancy
than could be scarcely dreamed
by those who had grown older
and had forgotten.
But we all know what is true,
a truth that lives in marrow and sinew,
the fiber of your whole being
unbounded by the limits of belief.
Its reality cannot be spoken in mere words
but in the syllables of feeling
and the syntax of awe.
Somewhere you grew up and set aside those dreams
which were so precious
necessary for knowing what you are
as you tried to grow up…
but since you forgot or lay aside what you knew
you abandoned something
necessary
and free.
You knew once that no one could tell you how you must be
for it was self-evident
so sure.
But doubt took its place
and it took years to shake that off
and now here you stand
knowing that the poetry of your soul
is contained in every rock and river
in butterflies
whirlwinds
and change.
The earth speaks to you
through you
like a divine marriage
as the stars whirl overhead
in their endless dance of time.
You lived a mystic existence
and nothing offended you
save for forgetfulness
of what we truly are.
This is why the realm of fairie
is so real to the young
and the world of myth
stands so close to the world of the child.
There are greater truths told in tale such as these
than in any of our books written by older hands
and darkened hearts.
In all of this
there was light
and unbearable lightness
which was its own reward.
But it seems that forgetting became its own passage
to teach us of the contrast
that we might know the continuity of our own consciousness
with all things
and then find ourselves joined to it,
merging with nature,
speaking its own language…
which is the same language of the heart of the child.
Was there a purpose in being dislocated from the Beloved?
Nothing can stand between you and this world again
if you so choose it.
It may not be the readily-crossed path
but it is the only one that matters most
for there existed love and joy and abundance wonder and awe
whose language you spoke so fluently.
The world need not be the danger you grew to believe
but a place that supports you
and conspires to see you succeed.
Your hands became the bird wings that fluttered in the air, your eyelids grew heavy like leaves in Autumn…and you knew that you were truly wedded to life and life to you as your naked feet rested firm and loving on the ancient ground.
This is the nature of all creativity
regardless of how it expresses itself.
We each choose whether to bring it to the purpose of light
or the dark.
In each, we so our consequences
and so learn by them
to return again with different choices
and brighter souls.
While the world has innumerable challenges and threats
you do not need to place yourself where danger resides
for even the wisdom of children know
that in the sweetness of the honey
lies also the threat of a sting.
But this is not enough to make the world evil or bad
but filled with people who each have their own level of awareness
and knowing.
I speak to the child that is so necessary to kindle
new worlds
and deeper love.
Curled up within the world that we know are those codes which we can tap into
limitless knowledge for building a new world.
Hard-heads may choose to prevail
but no one needs to define your existence.
So listen to your intuition
to the vibrancy contained in your childhood
when limits were unknown
and everything seemed possible.
It can be so again
when you choose to live a life
unbounded by belief
and inspired by this secret knowledge resting in the heart
that we once believed could only exist
in childhood’s dream.
Waking The Infinite 