Tuesday, May 19, 2020
The Secret––poem by Dorothy
The Secret
If you think
that the Secret
can be said or written
in words,
or given away in
a workshop,
you are like a bear
looking for honey
in a dead tree.
Or a treasure seeker
wandering forth
with the wrong map
and no water.
The Secret speaks itself
at midnight
under a full moon.
But not in words.
The Secret arrives
in your body
when you are least
expecting it.
No rulers or scales
can measure it.
No verses
can capture it.
The Secret
is yours, and yours alone.
You will know it
when it comes.
Some call it bliss.
Others speak of
rapture.
It is more than joy.
It is the way
you communicate
with the Vast Other,
the Source of All.
It is how you know
you are alive.
Dorothy Walters
May 17, 2020
If you think
that the Secret
can be said or written
in words,
or given away in
a workshop,
you are like a bear
looking for honey
in a dead tree.
Or a treasure seeker
wandering forth
with the wrong map
and no water.
The Secret speaks itself
at midnight
under a full moon.
But not in words.
The Secret arrives
in your body
when you are least
expecting it.
No rulers or scales
can measure it.
No verses
can capture it.
The Secret
is yours, and yours alone.
You will know it
when it comes.
Some call it bliss.
Others speak of
rapture.
It is more than joy.
It is the way
you communicate
with the Vast Other,
the Source of All.
It is how you know
you are alive.
Dorothy Walters
May 17, 2020
