"There will be a revolution!"

I have long had a love for words. The other day, I gave this one a pondering—“revolution.” Where does your mind go when you hear the word? Here’s an offering before diving in….

Revolution
©Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com

A decade ago, on the eve of Candlemas, a voice spoke—
“There will be a revolution.”
Those were fighting words,
or so I interpreted at the time.

Years of being lost in translation transpired, until…
now, when I hear the word, “revolution,”
I immediately drop down
into the central fire,
and literally turn—as moon around the sun,
dark revolves toward light,
head revolves to heart.

I had to fight a war before I could surrender.

I wrote this poem in preparation for entering an annual 40 day retreat that’s soon approaching. Why the retreat? I don’t actually go anywhere except inside. It’s my time of the year to check in with my translations of life, set my priorities and define my North Stars. Everything on the outside putts around as normal while I turn, turn ever more, turn toward what is lasting and true. What the heck is lasting and true: love, peace, joy, hope and freedom, to name a few. Nothing else cuts through the crap (excuse my languageJ) and transforms like these North Stars. Do I choose to fight a war with others or turn, turn ever more toward what I know to be lasting and true?