This is from Night Sings... I keep getting the post in my email, but it does not show up on the blog that I can find, and Night Sings gets an error message. Sorry this thing doesn't always work right! Hugs, Robin
Walks in Two Worlds noted the coming together of two different worlds at the beach (when the wind is present, it can make three). Recall that Heart of the Mother also gave a beautiful description of the ocean story as that of the earth's heart, which stayed with me. The piece below is a reflection from a couple of years ago (recently updated) that I wanted to share with you directly at the retreat but forgot to bring. To me, the beach is amongst the most healing and most powerful spots because it is a place of intersection and reflects so much about the human body and humanity. The different conditions of different paths on the earth, and the dance of her different elements: they weave the songs of struggle and harmony we live every day, and vice versa. This is what wise people mean when they underscore how much a seeker can learn from being in and understanding the ways of nature, in my view. It is a fertile place for the shaman to decode nature's stories.
Ocean and sand merge with great force and motion
Yet two opposites could not inspire
A more serene diversion to human ears
Than theirs
They are like two lovers
Separated cruelly
The wind their secret messenger
I catch their song of longing
A lullaby of hope,
Threads from their whispers
Form a rope
To my own grand conversion
For land, illusion is a rock
It supports the water's touch
Absorbing the caress of rolling waves as they rush to comfort
The shore's coast of open arms
Water seizes land's attention
With stinging raids of liquid leaps
That tease and please the land escapes its senses
Little golden shards release from these earth-water shattering embraces
When these two races meet
And catch a taste of some new way to be
To see and free another place and fall in love... and break
Oh yes, they'll break and part
For duality discontinuity dictates
At times, they'll clash, and thrash and
In an irreverent, uncompromising and impossibly offensive manner...smash each other's hearts
Day and night
The ocean, insisting on the certainty of the uncertain deep
Engulfs, envelops, floats ideas, and raises tides to prove it's point
The stubborn land sits squarely on its seat
It will be damned before it flinches or moves one inch from its solid
And unwavering beliefs
And so these worlds will part and turn away
So intertwined and yet so strange
In places where they've learned how to receive
Find calm and tenderness in their betweens
In the roughest parts where treatment has been harsh
They are restless, toiling and tempestuous
Their dance
Craves unmet unconditional surrender and acceptance
The Sun and Moon and Sky
Look on and laugh
At these two halves of the same whole
But they explain the human struggle between
Body, Soul, and Song
They are what goes on inside and in between
Amidst the eyes and all
Throughout the world of the unseen
They are what goes on
But they still belong
They still belong
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How Beautiful !
Thank you for sharing you...
I recently explained to a man and woman who moved here from Russia. As they consider moving to a more "wooded" development they expressed concern about wolves, coyotes, snakes, and animal attacks.
I said, "I live in the woods." And, the deal is: In order to survive, you have to 'ask to be accepted into the woods' and not move in with the intent to conquer." I added once, you're accepted you'll know where you should and shouldn't be at certain times--you'll learn to live in balance and harmonize with the woods. He was elated to hear this, and he said, "I've never heard that before. That sounds wonderful !"
I sense that, he walked a way with a whole new perspective...
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