This poem is a favorite, we were taught it as children to learn that indeed all things are possible.
What if you slept
and what if
in your sleep
you dreamed
And what if
in your dream
you went to heaven
and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
when you awoke
you had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

in an interview recently
i was asked
“who do you feel has been your greatest spiritual teacher?”
good question
my family?
oh these beings of light
born to serve, born to heal
taught me so much
how to be here on earth
how to use my gifts
the great spiritual masters?
those enlightened ones i have been so very blessed to
have studied with
they taught me discipline in my daily practice
taught me the more i know
the more i know that i know nothing
this is wisdom
no..
my greatest spiritual teacher has been
the one who hurt me the most
the one who pierced my heart
i thought i had an open heart
not until it was pierced through
very nearly shattered
did i realize how open a heart can become
what did i learn from this person?
this being who hurt me so?
forgiveness
the world has gone mad, they say
a narcissist is running for president,
many in power prey on fear, foster hate;
atrocities against woman, common place;
people fleeing their homeland by the thousands
a time of madness…
and then….
Blowing of the Shofar horn,
Islamic call to Prayer,
Pagans invocation,
Gospel choir raising the roof in song,
Hindu children dancing,
Female Catholic Priest,
peace performance
Native American storytelling
“The Two Wolves Within”,
Buddhist meditation honoring
The Great Compassionate One,
Words of Love and Forgiveness,
all under one roof, for one afternoon
“many wells, one river”
it is so
This poem is a favorite, we were taught it as children to learn that indeed all things are possible.
What if you slept
and what if
in your sleep
you dreamed
And what if
in your dream
you went to heaven
and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
when you awoke
you had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?
....Samuel Taylor Coleridge