I want to share how this poem came to me with the intent of honoring the flow of creativity. I recognize it when its there and when it’s not…yet trying to invoke it or find it…I have yet to decipher that complicated formula. So this poem, came to me in the early hours of the morning …I had just finished writing another piece and knew that I needed to get to sleep! Two energetic kids would be jumping on my bed in a matter of hour or two and just as I was putting my head on my pillow, I felt the urge to write these words…“Even the word “God” seems irreverent somehow.” I stayed in bed for a few moments and then more words and an urgency to write it down before I lost it forever!
I wish someone had taught me to honor creativity when I was a little girl…before I learnt to fade out the yearning and the longing to create! I am grateful to have a 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th and many more chances to discover it again. It’s reminds me of Rumi’s invitation in his poem, “Come, come whoever you are…” You can read more of it here. I believe that we all have this invitation without an expiry date to keep coming back to our love no matter how many times we have given up… on our dreams, our lives and our selves.
I write all this down to share and also to help me remember when I look back. In terms of the poem itself…it took on a life of its own once I started listening…it’s roots though lead back to a conversation with a dear friend and teacher who continues to help me in my work to see clearly! Thank you!
That which I called God
Is neither male or female
Black, white, brown or pigeon
Labels mean nothing to me
Even the word “God”
Seems irreverent somehow
When It is the reason that one life form can kill another
When some dominate
And forget the earth our mother
How can a word that points to something and everything
Also leave trails of blood and terror
Throughout centuries past and present
How could such a word mean love
When it also vibrates and resonates in the truth of the opposite?
I say,
Let’s scrap the word
Lets’ let go of “God” the word
It, he, she doesn’t care
Call it the sky, an ant, a pigeon
Anything but that word
Find instead, goodness everywhere!
And call it anything you want!
An Ex-Corporate Junkie Comes Clean!
A seeker, a searcher, a sojourner on a path into the vastly undiscovered, unknown territory that makes up me, myself and I. Somewhat of an understated yet sometimes aggressive smartass who had to get lost to discover that she was searching. An ex-corporate junkie who for a long time was clueless and blinded by the "bling" of everyday distractions to notice all the hooks, the hookers or the hooked, never mind the artificial highs and depressing lows. Am I clean now? Read more About Me and keep coming back ...I’ll come clean!
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