It is the way of things
To start at the beginning
And return home
Again and again.
Journeying through
Spirals of unknowing.
Bumping up against
Lost parts of our experience
Like amputated limbs,
Ghostly presences, felt
In the body system
Unable to depart
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At times the heart opens
Views the world
Through Love Goggles
Rosier by the day
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Now and then the lost part
Cries out for recognition
And Fear Goggles
Turn the lights out.
Plunging the world into
Darkness, full of shadows
Perils at every turn
Waiting to consume us
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The spiral turns again
Love rises embracing
The lost limb
Honouring its presence
Feeling its pain and
Desolation. Its
Howl of terror
Echoing through the night
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The limb, the part, the belief
Illuminated for the first time
Shows its magnificence
The knight in shining armour
Always keeping you safe.
And now its work is done
We humbly thank and
Praise its tireless service
The iron grip releases
The lost part dissolves
Returns to source
For a happy retirement
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In saying farewell
There is no triumph
Or victory song.
The spiral turns
A phantom emerged
Revealed and released
Who knows what more
Will come as the spiral
Turns and turns again.
© Juliet Fay 2018
While we continue to believe that parts of our experience (emotions) must be excluded, we will experience a painful dichotomy in our experience. It is this belief itself that needs to be loved and held and accepted as being present so that it too can dissolve and fall away.. Be seen for what it is …. a thought oft repeated that has become a belief and has guided and protected us until we no longer needed its guidance and protection. Humbly thank it and wish it farewell as it departs.
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