SleepingOrchid

The daffodil = ENLIGHTENMENT “You can if you think you can”

The Daffodil shares the just born freshness of babies, kittens and lambs. A daffodil is hope. They insist on coming up just when we are so sick of winter we don’t think we can ever go outdoors again; and there they are, waving bravely above the snowdrifts. Hardened warmongers have been known to burst into tears at the sight of a Daffodil.

To be “awakened” is to experience life as it really is. Lots of people are repelled by this notion. Why wake up when the news is so bad? Remain in a happy dream state brought to you by the Sackler family or some other pharmaceutical conglomerate. That is, so long as you can afford their product.

But as every rube discovers, Happy Dreamland’s price keeps getting steeper until one day, you can’t pay it at all. Then you are awake, whether you like it or not. A common approach to Soulmate-seeking is to try to find someone to join you in Dreamland, or to aggressively shop for a Dreamland you want to join.

What these people don’t know is that Soulmates create their own world together; this is a process that can’t be rushed. Seeing yourself and life as it really is begins by being very uncomfortable, but enlightenment comes eventually, and it promises real peace. The first improvement is to stop complaining about other people and all the things you can’t fix. Look at and into each other.

And then it hits you – that simple thing we always “knew” because we’ve been told over and over: Love is the answer. (“Why Live?” is the question.) Take a walk… together. Look at the stars…together. Stroll through an art gallery…together. Every joy is multiplied and magnified and now the question is, Aren’t we lucky? Well, aren’t you? And the gratitude for the chance to live for even a moment in this spectacular universe comes pouring out.

LOVE BORN

This crowded world could not make do
without your life;
Summoned up, you surged
you split the crust
Shocked, I shuddered in my sheaves
as you uncored
Loosened my skin as we 
Unmerged. 

We travelled to the rim;
Your fragrant cell became
a soul unsheathed.
From my rind’s brim
you blinkered on the world
wondered at the fuss.
We are you and yet
You are not us.

Committed to a course beyond our love –
a forfeit tithe;
gentle as a snake and
wiser than a dove;
As stars consume their fuel
you were birthed to speed our lives.

Against the odds we found you
You found us
against the odds.
Consecrated to the great transformer 
We love like mothers;
We create like gods.