The undercurrent of my being carries with forcefulness the
story that you need to tell. The call of the many characters, the taste of
sequences and events, the lighting within the scenes and sometimes even the
scent of temple, sea, forest and dust filled rooms haunt me.
The cares of life are asking of me as well…. to bring the
dish to perfection, to straighten the fabric of the couch, to wipe down that
counter once more, to sit with the child until she’s done finishing what’s on
her plate, to call a sibling, check upon a friend and on and on…..
All of this is wealth. All of which ask for attention.
Hold on and stay put for I fully intend to attend to you. Be
patient so that when I am present I be worthy of the gifts you wish to bestow
upon me. That I allow for you to flow through me without the interruption of my
judgment or opinion is my heartfelt desire.
Time is ticking for me, you have made me with the need to
measure and weigh. But you, timeless one, your instruments are infinite and
your resolve far greater than the many cares that punctuate my life with
meaning.
I can see you in the gentle breeze that brings the branches
closer to my window and hear your whispers in the dancing leaves. This is that
last load of laundry for the day; I promise I shall not take on one other task
that shall keep me from you.
Then again why do I owe you any explanation?
The flute needs to be hollowed out to allow your music, the
brushes cleaned before they play with your colors, the aching hand needs to
forget its pain in writing your story and this life that you have granted needs
to be lived so that it can express your intent and your desire.
Why then do I apologize? Why do you smile?
In the middle of the
day between meals, tasks, chores and countless errands I have dropped
everything and have come to you – speak freely so that this day can be another
one marked with the delight of your precious companionship…
