How does one become a mirror
that reflects with clarity
your true nature?
Whilst I was sleeping
you whispered words of love,
of love beyond my knowledge.
Perhaps I will remember you
as a dream that stirs in my heart at times
or as the wind in my hair.
I didn’t understand
because at that moment
I was not ready.
Yet your words find a place always,
in my deep still place
they are nourished.
Your voice is in the rain against skin,
a bird singing somewhere far away,
the space between my thoughts.
Some day I shall awake
and your whisperings will unfold,
just as love blossoms into a beautiful tree.
I ask the warrior, for what does he fight?
He bows down low before me
then draws near with searching eyes:
“I stand in a place beyond imagination
where answers hold no truth.”
So I ask what calls him, to have travelled so far?
He looks in each direction
then lifts up his arms:
“I am nowhere that can be measured
the journey is not of distance but of light”
So I ask again, “Then tell me, for whom do you fight?”
He steps forward to touch me and shines in the night:
“I fight the known for the unknown to be free,
I fight fear so that love can wholly be.
I fight illusions for the sleeping ones to see
I fight ignorance so that I can become we.
This battle is for consciousness,
for all who breathe and live.
My soul must travel onwards
for my heart is moved to give.”
His words make me ache with remembering,
he has reached the deep depths of my past.
His eyes force my tears to flow strongly
and I bow down to join him at last.
© October 2008