Monday, April 9, 2012

Coming Home to Each Other















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The blossoms are departing
the white dogwood boughs
as the black vultures
hop, hop the grassy bank,
jockeying for position to take
a bite of the doe
who left her body beside Route 33.

In the midst of it all, a sulfur butterfly
lifts himself into the sun-warmed gusts
on untested wings, saying:

“I had no idea!”

A mystic once told me that we
are all inhabiting different
worlds of simultaneous experience.

I’m pretty sure he was right.

And, I think these inner landscapes
we steward must be rich and varied terrain,

though no less bold and fragile,
no less abundant and endangered,
no less invadable and war torn,
no less sacred and celebrated

than the ground we walk on.

It’s from here, after all, that we source
our way of walking.

I’m getting used to being lost
in these places –
the inner and the outer,
yours and mine.

I’ll readily admit to being mapless.

I have no intention of knowing you completely,
And I’m too great a conundrum to
myself to explain.

I’m convinced this is a good thing:

Mystery is what keeps us longing,
and longing is the power

that calls petals to journey,

vultures to disembark the sky,

and butterflies to risk everything
for a moment of surprise.

How wonderful this dilemma:

We are always in the process of
coming home to each other.


~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 

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8 comments:

  1. Mmmm...Indeed we are Jamie.
    Let it be prayerfully that
    this is so in our coming
    home.

    Cascading Blessings..
    Akasa

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  2. Yea I miss the dogwoods and the red buds....lovely

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    1. Thank you Stu. The blooms have been particularly wonderful this year -- abundant and long lasting.

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  3. Thank you, Jamie. A coming home. The blue light in daybreak's morning dew.

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  4. Wonderful, Jamie, thank you! <3

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    1. Thank you, Scott. Grateful for your presence here my friend...

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