Image: Origin unknown (from Earthschool harmony's FB page)
Poem dedicated to Vara Dionne with gratitude for the inspiration
I cannot help but be moved
by the silent unfurling
of fiddlehead and
floral opulence.
What if I could come undone
with such beauty
and willful surrender?
Grace is the heart throb of the Beloved.
Let me speak with a tongue
of liquid pearls
and repeatedly turn mySelf
inside out
until my heart is evident to even
the weariest eye.
This, I feel,
is what it means
to unfold –
to risk to blossom
amidst a world of witnesses.
© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)
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Wonderful Jamie. All I can say to all of that is "Yes".
ReplyDeleteThank you...and I'm so glad to hear you are saying, "Yes." ;)
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful.. I was thinking like a string of gems or pearls, each line.. then I got to the line,
ReplyDelete"Let me speak with a tongue
of liquid pearls
and repeatedly turn mySelf
inside out
until my heart is evident to even
the weariest eye." <3 Wonderful..
(((Scott))) Thanks you, Dear...
DeleteLovely, as usual, Jamie! You've taken a gorgeous image and adorned it with your words and your presence.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeffrey. Your kindness is greatly appreciated. _/\_
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