Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
Sometimes you have to go
into your thick quietude
alone
Because no one
can meet the curve
of your words.
Seven billion people
and still so much
empty space
at our sides.
Winter is for teaching
about these things:
The sap draws down.
The herbal layer dies away,
making a place
for nothingness.
The cardinal
speaks only through
internal dialogue.
Snow can fill the
tracks of a deer in
moments
and only the
snow knows the
story that it has hidden
from the closed eyes
of the world.
This is a silent retreat.
Go then, this way…
Far within the bear’s den
where you will
hear your beating heart
echoing in all five chambers.
Speak nothing of the Beloved
until the Beloved has
your name.
Then, you’ll know,
emergence
is the only possibility.
~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life"
Thank you Jamie for these beautiful verses ... and for an inspiring imagination regarding the five-chambered hearth. ;)
ReplyDeleteWishes for the gentle emergence for all of us 7 billion deer trackers!
Thank you Mirela. Squirrel blessings to you... ;)
ReplyDeleteWould you mind terribly if, as a "bear of very little brain" sometimes, I ask you to define / describe what you mean by "the Beloved"? You speak of this often, and I think knowing what you mean by it would help me to understand and enjoy your poetry even more.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Bill
Bill:
ReplyDeleteThank you for your question. I have posted a new poem in response - entitled, The Beloved. I'm sure that it will clear everything up. ;)
Wishing you a joyful transition into the new year...
Jamie