[Preface: This poem is me attempting to lend poetic support to my daughter.
She had hurt her right foot, the little toe specifically. Since I see
everything as a message, I was trying to help heri receive an understanding
of what message was attempting to be communicated. She loved running, so
this problem loomed large for her. We were at the college, (me with time on
my hands) she was taking a class.]
[Note of 4/4/21 As I read the preface and the poem, I had to laugh at
myself. My basic perspective is we attract to ourselves what we need to
see within that we cannot see otherwise. So here’s me going on and on
about some hidden message that my daughter needs to understand in order to
move forward on her evolutionary path. The week after I got home from my
trip I fell off a ladder and broke my right arm! Now it was my turn to
turn my life upside down and inside out to see what I needed to see in
order to move past obstacles that were blocking my transformation. Those
obstacles will be available for print at some future point. . .]
The body is an instrument
That gets you where you go
It’s the house that holds the spirit …
Earth’s transport here below
You’ve prized it, preened it
Giving it attention
Now it’s kicking up
Holding you in detention
The issue for you, running
As you’ve always done
Endorphins are your longing
The drug you seek for fun
Nothing is by accident
Synchronicity the key
Figure out its meaning
Is your only need
For instance see the timing
As worse it might have been
If prior to reconstruction
Because of the shape your house was in
The place you chose for living
With a Retreat, cross the pond ..
Nothing is by accident
As life evolves and moves beyond
You’ve conquered economics
And partnerings complete
Your Soul is yet by calling
Within the parameters you meet
Meditation, as I see
Is now calling on your name
Pragmatics have been met
Just try it, like a game
Energy you understand
Through the meridians of twelve
The mind has application
The next area to delve
Perna, not an accident (*1)
An intersection that you need
So, your efforts will diminish
And through synchronicity succeed
The signs I’m surrounded by
As I glance around the room
Tell what is needed now
And your direction very soon
Aspire, connect, explore
Transform, think achieve
Give thought now to my channeling
It’s important I believe
As an ‘issue’ of my body (2)*
And your father’s just as well
We’re here to open space
As far as I can tell
Possibility opens up
Where judgment doesn’t go
Consider the pain a message
And talk to your little toe …
“What abundance is here for me?”
“Is there something that I need”
“I love and trust this process”
“Cause my painless freedom will proceed”
“Thank you for direction”
“I sense and know you’re right”
“As it is the foot of choosing”
“In this single plight ”
“Through my state of consciousness”
“t’s intelligence that flows”
“From my Higher mind”
“Natural as the wind that blows”
The gauntlet you’ve been given
And graciously receive
Like the elevator behind me
Support as now perceived (*3)
The morphic field connects us
And with anything you do
You affect not just yourself
But help support all others through
9/15/17
(*1) As we were going back to my daughter’s house, there were two women
standing under a tree in the rain. Since a lot of people taking classes at
Omega ( near her home) go for walks, I assumed that’s what the case was
here. I said, honey, why don’t you see if they need a ride? She turned
around and did so, they were happy for the offer and climbed into the back
seat (after she removed the dog blanket, which was the request of Perna)
she commented that she didn’t want to get dog hair on her robe. At any
rate, Perna is a female Monk and a big deal in the circuit. I think her
engagement there costs some $300 to attend, so … being in her presence
was a big deal. Of course, when we stopped, we didn’t have a clue who it
was. She had her aide with her.
(*2) Born of my body
(*3) As I got to that point in the poem, the elevator doors behind me
opened and people poured out. The thought was about the support they got,
moving from floor to floor. Therefore, the elevator became a metaphor,
reflecting natures willingness to give us support.
