Sunday, May 31, 2009

simplicity


the mystic smiles the blues
his soul seeping out of his knowing eyes
he hears music others can't hear
and dances on sandy shoals
when night stirs secrets of tangled sorrows
wrapped in blessings.

others sense his unique aura
a warm glow emanates his wisdom
casting spells too delicate to approach
fascinated by their attraction to his otherworldliness
they stand at a distance afraid to come too close.

the angel in pensive wonder
watches the blue mystic gather broken shells along the shore
catches his body language
slumped shoulder wounds open
his slow pensive steps
lost in a shadow surrendered in serious contemplation.

Unaware he is being watched,
the blues flow out of him
sorting sorrows with God.

it worries the angel.....she sees through his own broken shell
a restlessness of complicated meanderings
confuse his soul
forcing his whole being to exude burden

answers, answers, answers....
reasons..........there HAS to be a reason
what does it mean?
his body is contorted in problem solving......
in figuring out spiritual equations
formulas for defining truth.

The angel feels deeply for her mystic wanderer
knowing she is responsible to watch over him,
she sends out a prayer to help ease this part of his journey.....
a prayer of simplicity
a prayer of love, unconditionally
a prayer asking for the walls to come down.....

she sends her own energy through her fingertips
in silent threads of silver
summoning ease to touch him at the shore.

when suddenly she begins to hear
comfort in the sound of one little boy singing with innocence and purity....

Jesus loves me still today,
Walking with me on my way,
Wanting as a friend to give
Light and love to all who live.

Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

The blue mystic,
known for his sage and insights
his charismatic energy
sought out for his spiritually awakened guidance
suddenly lifts his mournful head
and begins to look around at the beauty of the seashore,
the glistening of the waves lapping at his feet.
He watches the gulls soar and dive into the water
catches the sun tipped sails past the stone breaker

a smile returns to his face.....

His arms rise up into the air
as he lets his knees bend to the sand
as enlightenment flows into him through the suns rays.
On his lips are two simple prayer full words....
"Thank you."

Let us never forget the simplicity of faith.....caught in the hymn sung by an innocent voice. Being an adult is so complicated.....believing in God need not be.
**written for my two mystical friends who know some answers are found during mind clearing walks along the shoreline....**

13 comments:

Kay said...

absolutely euphoric! Beautifully written and meaningful

Gilly said...

The simplicity of faith can be smothered by the contorted complexities of our thoughts, hang-ups and emotions. We often need a trauma to knock them out of us and return to simplicity.

Beautiful writing, expressive word pictures, and very thought-provoking.

Abbey said...

Gorgeous love :)

Marja said...

Magical mystical spiritual and beautiful Dana

urbanmonk said...

nice

Awareness said...

thank you all....i had sketched it out partially a couple of weeks ago and for some reason it percolated enough to find the ending today!

I was thinking all along about mystics and how reverential they are but that they too are just humans...AND that they may have some big bad days too. :)

Shari said...

I'm intrigued by your line "sorting sorrows with God"...very beautiful and food for thought.

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

church. that was church.

Awareness said...

Shari...it intrigues me as well.

Irish Heather.... a virtual one perhaps.

Mark said...

This is truly amazing!!! What a wonderful and powerful gift. Yes, the purest prayer is that of gratitude.

Brother David said...

Yesterday I was visited, by what I can only describe as an angel. This person was around 70, blind and apart from his obvious dissability would not be noticed on the street. He kept asking "what do you do" and what he had to offer was quite beyond my dreams.

A little like the photo above, do we see the dark shape of the tree or the brilliant light shining through its branches.

Gypsy said...

I hope your friends find the answers they are seeking along their shoreline or at least find comfort in your beautiful words written just for them.

Awareness said...

Mark...your comments reassure my own trepidations about posting this. I didn't know if the writing was too heavy handed or not.

David...so often our most profound connections are with individuals we encounter who somehow shift our focus from the dark to the brilliant light. They are such gifts aren't they?

Gypsy....one can only put it out there as an offering in hopes that they don't feel alone in their pursuits. But, I believe these two remarkable women know what they have to do to find their way. I look forward to hearing their stories once they cover this part of the shoreline on their own.