A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
I read this poem this morning and sadness and a sense of ‘this is what happens again and again’ penetrated me. It is so easy to just carry on, go on with never really getting to the heart of the matter why we are here, why we are in a relationship with a certain person, who are we in relation to them and ourselves.
It is this journey that makes things more interesting, a conscious journey of discovering your truth and then shine it out into the world.
A teacher gave a definition of love last night, which I really loved. He said that
It touched something in me that rings absolute truth. There is the next level, which connects us to ourselves and others on a spirit level where the feeling is all accepting and unconditional where one must be prepared to let something or someone they love go free rather than holding on to them in order to really LOVE them.
I think what I am trying to call for is a close look at your relationship with yourself and your loved one and see if you can really SEE them as they are and for who they are including weaknesses, wounds, shadowy dark sides, irritating habits and all their magnificent traits. All together as this colourful treasure and say I love you just as you are. It is that appreciation that sets the person free, it is that allowing for them to BE that unique soul here on Earth. It is from that fountain of allowing and appreciation they can then go and fulfill their life purpose and be a gift to others and the world.
If this doesn’t happen, how many souls remain unseen, unheard, untouched by the love that is pure spirit. There is this unique opportunity for each of us on a journey of relationships to love the other to spirit, to help them grow their wings, so they can fly free and be just as they are. It is a glorious opportunity to be with another and produce a beautiful union with yourself, them and the spirit.
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