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The Cross We Are Hung Upon

Here, then, is the cross that you and I
that we are hung upon, is it not?

Can we trust this awakening
scratching for release
from inside the egg’s shell
of our body mind and soul?

Can we trust this spirit
of wholeness that already
washes through and over us
like the Waters of Life
giving birth once again
from the womb of itself—

Looking into the mirror
once called I
entranced and enthralled and afraid
and now only able to stand in wonder
with mouth and eyes and heart agasp
speechless and babbling

Like a man touched with a certain lunacy
awash in awe and love of life

Like one come home
embodied at last.

6 Comments

  1. Cheryl Slover-Linett

    07/18/2018 at 3:39 pm

    That’s the life I choose…awe, love and a bit of lunacy for good measure 🙂

  2. Belkis

    07/18/2018 at 8:26 pm

    Inspiring!

  3. Larry Glover

    07/18/2018 at 8:47 pm

    Ah, but you’re a good role model Cheryl!

  4. Robin Easton

    07/19/2018 at 9:52 pm

    This is profoundly beautiful, dear Larry. It is so moving and gratifying to witness the depth to which you allow your soul to ponder and explore. However, I suspect that you have no choice, but rather, you are compelled to flow in this way, just as water is compelled to return to the sea….
    I love these lines because this question has many times been central throughout my journey. —“Can we trust this spirit of wholeness that already washes through and over us like the Waters of Life…”
    It made me think of this, something I wrote few years after leaving the forest. At the time there was little in my world that confirmed who I am or the Wild Yearning Edge I walked.
    “Oh, how afraid we are.
    Afraid to trust the glorious power….we’ve been given,
    the power…that we are.
    It’s a great power to see…
    that we may actually “Know”,
    know many things,
    grand things,
    All things.
    We may actually know what is best for us,
    better than anyone else.
    It’s almost incomprehensible
    to glimpse what we’re capable of.
    We hand over our power in the blink of an eye.
    Its light is too bright.
    Its responsibility too heavy,
    the risk too great.
    We are born Gods,
    and we are fools in flight,
    running from our own powerful selves.
    But wait!
    And remember…
    remember a primordial birthright…
    an ancient memory passed down for aeons
    and imprinted on your very Existence.
    Your path is unique…
    and like no other.
    Have faith in your inherent wisdom.
    Trust yourself.
    Trust Life.
    You do know.
    You have always known.
    Always.
    (c) 1996 Robin Easton

  5. Larry Glover

    01/05/2019 at 6:48 pm

    Dearest Robin, as I at last have time to read and absorb comments left here on the blog, I am SO touched by the profound beauty and insights of your poem. I love it! Every line! And this opening…
    “Oh, how afraid we are.
    Afraid to trust the glorious power….we’ve been given,
    the power…that we are.”
    Oh my! Yes! The courage to perceive into and ‘trust the glorious power…’ OMG!
    And this:
    “But wait!
    And remember…
    remember a primordial birthright…
    an ancient memory passed down for aeons
    and imprinted on your very Existence.”
    Oh Yes! I want to respond with an Oh Yes! to every line.
    You indeed are perceiving into the nature of and potency of what it can be… what it is to open our wild eyes upon our wild selves—for the first time. Thank you for sharing this. I am printing it so as to carry in my journal and hold it close… so I may remember yet more deeply. Thank you, precious Robin!

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