I am grateful
for the way my soul is
sometimes drawn to move with
other souls and then separated from them.
I observe here a law of soulmaking
with exciting possibilities for
understanding.
Scenes of how
it operates appear: people
in arctic cold, others in the tropics.
Oceans, high desert canyons, wooded valleys,
all in harmony with “the One who has no partner”.
There is a group that sings and moves in pure joy; another
is quiet in the midst of tremendous grief and carnage.
A tree bristling with thorns: jealousy, meanspirited
revenge. Then the white jasmine flowers
bud, open, and drop the gift
of themselves.
Why are
we shown this?
So we can appreciate
the whole as given. When I am
grieved and without hope, I accept that
as grace, as well as the removal of pain.
A deep knowing comes as we
are shown, receive, and
grow to love
both.