The Lightest Touch
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press
We are not humans seeking a spiritual experience, but rather we are Spirit having a human experience. It is the nature of this human we are to be alive to the world and, to one degree or another, asleep to the Spirit. Some say that the whole of life is simply to awaken to Spirit. If you are reading this writing, or any other like it, then already you are well-begun.
‘Wake up,’ says the poetry. ‘Wake up,’ says your inner Lazarus. ‘Wake up,’ says the deepest part of you. Wake up.
Enjoy the day.
Today I will enjoy the day as a process of awakening, rather than as a series of problems to be solved.
Ashley, tintype, Los Angeles, CA
All original material copyright © 2018 Jeff Kober