Thursday, May 19, 2016
How It Happens––poem by Dorothy
How It Happens
First, you stand and the energies move inside,
sweet as ripened pears
cool in the mouth,
soft as honey
straight from the hive.
You move a bit, fingers drawn in almost invisibly, eyes shifting secretly,
no one must see.
And then you remember, what would those others think,
the gurus and teachers
who told you these moments do not exist.
But you are solitary and safe,
alone in your own house,
clothed or naked,
this is your precious time with the Beloved,
who welcomes you
and holds you as bliss.
Dorothy Walters
October 1, 2010