Insignificance

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I have decided to revel

in my insignificance.

I am nothing more than

anything else:

star dust,

a whisper in sacred space,

the glint in a buck’s eye

during spring rut,

a mountain turned to

sand after millennia

of dying the warrior’s

death,

an ant carrying cut leaf bits

back to its family

of thousands,

the dry, outgrown skin of

a black rat snake hanging

loosely in the arc of long,

wind-blown grasses.

This is all.

And in this, I am free.

My once-raucous mind has no more need

of that which does not serve

the soul’s manifestation

of itself.

When the loyal soldier is honorably

relieved of his duties

and the long-wailing children

are nurtured,

a quietude sets in.

I walk among you having

put down my weapons

of charitlessness.

See me as nothing more than

your heart,

your prayers,

your revelation of beauty.

For, this is all I am.

I am this insignificant.

I am no better than anything

else in this exquisite

world that I wholeheartedly

share with you.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 

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