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I held a funeral for a future I had always thought was coming, and buried the world's face as yet. The silence then turned me so tiny the only way forward was to dream downward to an early day on earth before a single heart beat. The atmosphere filled with an abiding, cataclysmic knowing- that if everything could be born, every thing could be born. Love promises no less. But a future is gone now. All we are is this. Our way could be to fall toward the medicine seeded right inside the untamable, fertile grief remaking things. - Brooke McNamara This poem is in honor of my first-born son, Silas who leaves home this week to make his own way in the world, to heed Life's calling...
So much gladness! This kid, his heart, my heart... A living arrow the Archer sends forth... Millennium Blessing There is a grace approaching that we shun as much as death, it is the completion of our birth. It does not come in time, but in timelessness when the mind sinks into the heart and we remember. It is an insistent grace that draws us to the edge and beckons us surrender safe territory and enter our enormity. We know we must pass beyond knowing and fear the shedding. But we are pulled upward none-the-less through forgotten ghosts and unexpected angels, luminous. And there is nothing left to say but we are That. And that is what we sing about. - Stephen Levine
One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. - Clarice Lispector
What if... inside of you right now there was the precious treasured long-awaited radiant beloved You, just waiting to be born...
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