I
Jesus is my breath.
He is the blood in my veins,
the white of my bones,
and the thoughts of my heart.
He is the stones in the ground,
the birds in the field,
and the wood drifting down the river.
Behind the wincing in thieves,
the sighs of politicians,
and the crackling static
of the sherriff’s radio
when no one is near,
you will find him.
He is the root, the marrow,
the gradient, the placement,
the opening, the silence,
the waiting, the landing,
and the ending.
They say that once he was a man,
but I think that was just for an instant–
one still frame of an ever-moving picture.
Sometimes we wonder,
what really happened?
Then the thought arrives,
Be patient,
how could we know that
if whatever it was
has only just begun…?
II
If you want to inhabit
a world of Love,
I think you must
be willing to receive
every single experience
encounter
premonition
sensation
movement
color
thrown knife
and shot bullet
at the door of your existence
with both hands open
as if receiving
sealed correspondence
from the Master
down the street,
where the words
“I love you”
are etched in gold foil–
albeit sometimes
offered in a
very strange
language
indeed.
Oh Michael, you are gonna give Rumi and your friend Hafiz a run for their money. I may have to post some random poetry again as you have inspired me. The second piece in particular moved me profoundly.
love,
Linda
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Hi Linda, thanks for your note and for the link back here from your recent post. I appreciate your kind words, and am happy to know this piece brought some sunshine into your day…
Peace
Michael
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you are welcome! Your creativity inspires me.
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i’m convinced
as a bullet-ridden
executed body
born again
experiencing Jesus
in your expression, Michael 🙂
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Love this, David! In a way we’re all bullet-ridden executed bodies that have been born again, which you remind me here… Thank you!
Stay cool… 🙂
Michael
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Masterful!
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Thanks, Dennis!
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Michael ….so very beautiful that my words are caught in my throat aching over ” it has only just begun ” …and ” they say that once he was a man but I think that was just for an instant – one still frame of an ever moving picture ” ….I love you …megxxx
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Thank you, Meg. I love how you read straight from the heart, and inhabit the words with your very being. It is such a gift that you give… I love you, too… Michael
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Beautifully expressed, Michael. The gratitude even for unpleasant things, that resonates with me.
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Thank you, Karin. I am finding it is helpful to keep reminding myself of this practice… Of accepting/inviting all that arises…
Peace
Michael
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You have such a powerful way with words, Michael. We do have to welcome all the guests who come to our door, because the gifts they bring do sometimes arrive in a very strange language indeed.
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Don! Thank you. You’re right. No matter how crowded the living room gets, you just keep going down to the basement to bring up another chair… And now that we’re all here, would any of you like a snack…!?
Much Love
Michael
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Just saying yes. Over and over. Yes. Whatever the package. Yes.
Alison xox
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Yes! 🙂
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2 thoughts –
yes to welcoming those bullets – palms up,
and
then I also see a Neo moment of
“there are no bullets”
where they freeze mid-air,
we examine them as time has stopped,
and they fall to the ground.
Then what is next…
next level of the game?
Love the places that you visit – M!
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I like your point, M, about the transition between welcoming the bullets into seeing no bullets whatsoever. What is next…? All the bullets together in a line, dancing, turning into hummingbirds perhaps? 🙂
Much Love
Michael
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Hi Michael,
This is what I wanted to share with you before: How much I liked this part… and it is just a wonder that fills me with gratitude.
“Sometimes we wonder,
what really happened?
Then the thought arrives,
Be patient,
how could we know that
if whatever it was
has only just begun…?
Thanks for your insight.
Ka
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Hi Ka,
Thank you for sharing in this one. When I think about this just right, it promotes that feeling of gratitude and wonder you describe. It obliterates the notion that what is happening is obvious, and keeps the sense of inspiration fresh…
Thanks for the resonance!
Michael
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Goodness! that was the best thing i’ve read all day.impeccable and so heart wrenching…so well done i can’t even speak
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Thank you, IP. I very much appreciate it.
Peace
Michael
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Deeply moving Michael!! Trying not to dodge the bullets as the stage is set for my current scene. This comes as a gentle support at this moment, reminding me it’s all well. Thank You!
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Hi PR, I am glad you found this piece helpful. I hope your current scene flows readily into peaceful unfolding. It’s a little unnerving watching the bullets approach, but it’s worth it when they turn into butterflies and tickle your nose…
Peace
Michael
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