Wild Faith once my faith grew like a manicured garden where doctrines bloomed all in a row and dogma kept out any questions or doubt and explained all I needed to know then reality came like a lynx on the prowl and my dogma broke free of its chain and my doctrines were scattered beliefs that once mattered were powerless now to explain now my faith sprawls like a meadow of wildflowers strong with the perfume of freedom and love and butterflies roam in my faith's wild new home where the blossoms bloom free toward the blue sky above |
Poetry by the Bear WWRD? (What Would Rumi Do?) Find the silent stillpoint center where Lover meets Beloved-- where Desire and Detachment merge-- where Self disappears into Divinity-- and using this center as pivot, twirl. Welcome Welcome to the ranks of those who feel deeply. This is not an easy path. You will be subject to both anxiety attacks and random attacks of grace. You will have days when everything is crystal clear and days when everything is murky grey. You will have days when you will feel such joy you'll think you might explode. And you will have days when you will feel despair so deeply you'll long to be shallow again and wonder if you can ever return to normal. The answer is no. Your capacity for love -- the depths of your compassion -- your ability to experience the emotions that make life worth living -- these are directly proportionate to your ability to feel pain. This is your blessing and this is your curse. Welcome. |
