There are folks who appear in life from out of nowhere unexpected. I came upon one the other day while shopping for a new computer. The last thing I expected was to be taught life lessons from an angel disguised as a computer salesman, but I'm grateful my ears were open enough to hear him. This one's for you Michael S. Thank you.
"How Light Shines Through Cracks"
My life is being devoured,
yet I remain whole.
I will not feed myself on scraps;
I am an invited guest to the banquet -
to the feast.
I who come
with fruits and flowers
songs and poems
I who come to the banquet
bringing you gifts,
I beg you --
Do not linger in the suffering.
Do not be reduced to scraps.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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This is rich and strikes a chord within me. I often let the suffering keep me from the banquet table. I try not to do this. Thanks for the reminder.
It's all so easy to do, eh? Here we are at the banquet, but sometimes sitting off to the side of the feast going, "No thanks, not me. I'll just sit here and whimper over my miserable self while you all enjoy yourselves. Don't mind me...."
And you're welcome on the reminder. It was you who reminded me last.
And forward we go.
This only happens when we have "eyes that see" and "ears that hear". Most times we miss both. I've identified these people who help me along the way as "my beacons of light". I wrote a story about one person who changed the way I see and hear things. The link is included if you're curious:
http://dedalus-1947.livejournal.com/17375.html
Keep shining.
Absolutely! Resonant writing and beautiful website. Is "tizitl" Mayan? & what does it mean?
Yes, forward we go.
Thank you.
thank you S.W.
"Tizitl" is Nahuatl, an indigenous language of Mexico and at one time parts of the southwest. It's still the first language of many people in Mexico and the old names can still be seen on maps of southwestern states.
The word translates to 'healer' or 'healing', something I hope for this spot to be - a little piece of the internet carved out, a table to sit at, a patch of ground, so to speak, where together we can explore the depths and everydayness of that word.
Thanks for dropping by. There's always a seat for you and others here.
xo
el po
I am reminded of a line from a Leonard Cohen song -
"there is a crack, a crack, in everything, that's how the light gets in, that's how the light gets in"
Thanks for the beautiful poem.
Miss you!
Love,
Mickey
Hey Mickey! What a treat to see you! Thanks for the Leonard Cohen reference - I'll have to find the song; I do love him ever since I was a kid of 16. I REALLY love him now that he's an old guy and still goin strong'!
RE: cracks - Have you ever noticed how cracked squares of concrete sidewalk are like individual paintings? They really can be beautiful abstract works of art. I've always had a fondness for the cracked ones [feel free to translate that beyond sidewalks also].
hahaha!
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