Friday, September 21, 2018
The Mission––poem by Dorothy
The Mission
"Be a light unto yourself."
Buddha
The hard part is not knowing
where you are going,
what the distillation
of all those life erupting events
led to,
why we did any of it
at all.
Was it love we wanted
and kept tracking it
to all its lairs,
each time a lesson learned
and then too soon forgotten?
Was it the sudden opening
to something that seemed
more than mortal,
that flood of bliss
almost more than one
could bear,
for years it went on
and finally subsided,
now ineffable and soft.
now ineffable and soft.
What was the source,
why did it happen,
was it from some half remembered
past life,
who was I then?
Indeed it was a boon,
also a challenge for the times
I lived in,
a life hidden, disguised
in a surface existence.
Did I do enough with that gift,
vibrations raised for a purpose,
a common awakening
into awareness of true self,
into awareness of true self,
were the poems and reflections
what I was supposed to bring in,
capture in a special vocabulary?
Was it this,
this silence of solitude,
this safety of aloneness,
this being only here,
only with whatever it is
that remains within,
still not knowing
where it all leads,
what it meant,
feeling all is well though unknown.
feeling all is well though unknown.
Dorothy Walters
September 21, 2018
