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Poems from the Village

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It Took Time

Deborah V.

Santa Rosa, CA

 

It took time 

for the depth and sharing

and care and connection

and juice that is life to percolate 

from visceral experiencing of Spirit

and deep, dark Earthen inhabiting 

of my bones

to my being

and back into life. 

 

It took time 

to know that I am learning. 

I'm learning to listen 

and mark the points in my life 

like pins on a map or stars in the sky 

that only through living deeper and truer can be distinguished 

as roadways and constellations pointing me North... or not. 

I'm learning to listen to life's beckoning, 

bringing me closer to wholeness. 

It is with you, my Family, 

that I mark with a pin my humanness and yours. 

 

As we release and let die, 

we are born again and again, 

and welcomed into the embrace of the Circle. 

The Wholeness reflected

within, and without, 

and beyond what is seen or heard, 

until we wake up. 

I'm learning, 

we wake up each other 

with truth and courageous contact—

deep knowing, 

deep seeing, 

deep experiencing of the truth of who we are, 

as we are. 

 

It took time. 

It took raw and tender hours together. 

It's taken my life so far, 

perhaps many lifetimes, 

and many lives from now-time and dreamtime, 

and beyond time. 

It took coming together in timeless Ritual Space, 

in prayer, and with persistence, 

where the Soul's demands can be met- 

soul, to Spirit, to matter, to me. 

 

The mind cannot comprehend the Intelligence, 

so I mark with another pin 

that my soul knows consolation, space, and a place with you. 

I am relieved- [levis] lightened, [levare] lifted] again- 

and life can be this beautiful.