I had the great honor of doing an Inner Constellation session outside the other day. Thank you to the angel who blessed me many times over during our time together--you know who you are. In gratitude....
Walking the Veranda
©2014 Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
What if the Ultimate speaks in metaphor,
in a language meant for me?
What if I walk,
nowhere to go, nowhere to be,
no destination—
the Unknown my teacher?
Slow down,
coordinate steps to breath
and offer my attention.
Attention to what?
To Life: yellow breasted bird who sings pure
sunshine,
tingling of my skin as I receive her warmth,
Juniper branches rising, falling
in an intimate dance with the breeze,
chipmunk, dashing, jumping,
projecting patterns of mind,
drone of traffic noise a steady backdrop,
returning me.
What if the Ultimate speaks in metaphor,
and I—
I walk this Pureland,
training my ear
to hear
this love song
sung for me?
I walk this Pureland,
training my ear
to hear
this love song
sung for me?
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