Greetings and Salutations to All my Spiritual Kin,
I would like to share with you a poem, of sorts, I wrote today. Before I do, I would like to first thank two friends with whom I was sharing a wonderful conversation, which was the inspiration for this piece; one is an old friend from this lifetime and many more, and the other is a new friend whom I have just met.
They know who they are, and to you both, I say…
Thank you for BE-ing.
In Lak’ech Ala K’in
I hope this piece speaks to you; each and everyone who read it and share in its energy.
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The IS-ness of BE-ing
Looks Like
And the question was asked.
“What does the IS-ness of BE-ing look like?”
And the answer came.
“No purpose, no reason, no one to purpose or reason. Nothing next; just being. Whatever that happens to be. Nothing to do other than what is being done.”
Once again the question was asked.
What does that look like in the realms of energy and physicality?
And the answer came.
“Newness in every moment! Unconditional love! Is-ness! Freedom! Joy! Life!”
So….
It looks like going to work each day and sending loving energy to each person you meet and pass along the way?
or
It looks like digging the bodily remains of your loved one from the rubble of devastation after an earthquake?
or
It looks like planting a garden and singing to each seed as you lay it tenderly in the fertile ground to sprout new life?
or
It looks like plowing through virgin rainforest, displacing the last surviving indigenous tribe from their sacred homeland?
or
It looks like sitting in a rocking chair with your grandson on your lap as you read him a story about the sacredness of all life?
or
It looks like crying beside a mound of dead bodies of a dolphin pod, who have beached themselves in protest to the toxic waste humans have dumped into the oceans of our glorious planet?
or
It looks like…..
the face of you, and me, and every saint and sinner that has ever drawn breath. It looks like every hawk and eagle, lion and bear. Every leafing tree and every sweet-smelling rose whose thorny stem has pricked you to bleeding as you drew in its inexplicable fragrance. Yet too, it looks like every weed ever pulled.
It looks like every form of life that has ever existed, or ever shall.
It looks like……
Life experiencing Life as Life…
Divine and Sacred, Ordinary, yet Mysterious.
Twirling, Spiraling, Expanding, Contracting into, and out from, the Infinite and the Finite….
That… is what the IS-ness of BE-ing looks like.
Essence Ka tha’ras
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© Essence Ka tha’ras 2010
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