Being and becoming

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 Advent

Come Unafraid to the front of the chapel

No need to Kneel

Just sit quietly with me

Hear my whisper

The silence of my being in it

So soft
The song of angels

Light through the dark
Where nothing is far

And far is nothing anymore

The center so far from lost now

No reach
It is all around
In everything

Oh so much time left to love

Live to love now
She sings

Love this time
When breath begins again

Headless One

The blades of grass
So naturally blanketing
on a small girls feet

My hearts imagination take me there so fast now

Wet from the morning dew

Young 

Young as leaves delivered by the eager mother tree

In the shadow, her sunset 

In the same holy play of divine 

Feeling the pull from the warm embrace below 

I skip from the grass to
deeper and deeper and find roots

No hesitation taught here

The heart leads me down the same

No thought encouraged here

Just as the small girl
ran to the grass,

Threw off the shoe

The mother said run and play with me,

Be headless
She whispered
We laughed 

Then Air becomes breeze
Then Dew becomes tender
Then Earth her loving embrace
Then Sun becomes love 

Sprouting all I will ever need

No heads required here

I already am

There is and there isn’t
A calm surrender

Into the enormity of love

Here for me

The realizations feel familiar and part

But astound and astound

As one small tear
an entire ocean 

Offered as gift and gift
in a loving embrace that has been here so strong and always 

An ocean rivers into joy

My eyes smile 

Change and transformation
Rooted now

Constant flow beneath the conversation that surrounds above 

No alter this morning

No trees today

Not even a path required 

This quiet morning 

Taking in the rain in the window

The stop of time

An invitation to listen within 

The feeling settles
that much deeper within

To say

Dear, here am I
Always