He had knelt in front of her before
Praising her beauty in all her multifaceted forms
And giving ample thanks for the fact
They included him.
But early this morning, during his prayers,
He collapsed to her feet weeping,
Reaching to embrace them, not quite able to,
And struggling because
His heart felt more Alive than ever
And yet it throbbed
With a deep and almost unbearable ache.
“Oh dear,” she said softly
And rose into her full self
Before melting into the ground around him,
Embracing him instead, and whispering,
“I have never lived such that you have not lived with me.
And I will never die such that you will be without me.”
“Yes. You well may grieve as so much dies.
And, yes. Water this precious soil with your heartfelt tears
In preparation for the new things yet to grow.
Then rise with me to dance
Because, when you dance,
Your smile becomes the Sun;
The love and the warmth that nourishes all that grows
From your tears of care.”
“But first, before we rise,
Breath and rest for just a moment longer.
Allow your heartbreak to transform you one more time.”
“The pain that fills your heart? Dear one!
Do you not remember now? It’s merely your letting go.
The letting go of complete and utter Trust in Life
That grows the wings so you can fly.
And fly you must, as well as cry and smile,
For in your joyous flight you make our rebirth possible.”
Out of a Dream