Like a cup filled to the brim,
at times my heart cries out,
“I cannot hold the pain of the world any longer!”
I shake my fist to the sky and shout, “no more!”
Only to hear silence
….
…and birds chirping in the background
on this cold winter morning
as if to taunt me with their joy
and song and carefree nature
Don’t they know the pain and travesty that befalls this earth?
What ancient wisdom do they know that I have forgotten?
Is it that they somehow know the full story
that spans millennia before and after this generation?
Or is it that they are fully immersed in the present,
fully alive
in the Now
not carrying burdens not meant for them to bare
They know their place, their role in the whole of creation,
content to do their part and sing their single song
in their small corner of the world,
responding to an inner instinct, intuition
with grace and beauty,
unattached to who listens or not,
undisturbed by the effect or response, or lack thereof…
just chirp, chirp…
into the still air
and that
is enough
And somehow my heart feels a bit lighter
as if their foreign language spoke
to a knowing hidden inside me,
that all shall be well, all will be healed,
hope conquers despair,
goodness grows ever new again
just like the tender shoots of spring emerge after a long, dark, cold winter….
promising hope, abundance, joy, new life, and restoration
Yes I too must do my small part,
in my small corner of the world,
unattached to the results, undeterred
and sing my own song and know
it is enough
And somehow my distant song
may travel and speak a secret language
to the deep inner knowing of another and…
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