I am so moved every time I read this poem by Lorna Crozier. It reminds me of how fragile and misguided we can be as human beings; always searching outside ourselves for what is right there inside of us. Why do we believe more readily in,
“…the birds at false dawn…” then our own unique wisdom and music?
What if you knew the unwavering answer to the question posed in the poem, “Where does the singing start?” Where does abiding beauty and goodness; “pure light…” begin? What if you could hear that answer whispered to you with deep, assuring love each time you needed reminding?
Imagine a patient knowingness, coaxing you to remember that it all begins,
“Here, where you are, there’s room
Between your heartbeats…”
What if the perfect marriage has always been between being and doing? And your rightful work is knowing and practicing how to step outside of the thoughts that are steering your life? How might giving yourself the gift of your own attention and the gift of your own no-strings-attached love, how might this affect all of your relationships…all of your moments big and small?
What if you got out of your own way so that,
“…everything you have ever been
Begins, inside, to sing.“
Something to try:
Practice paying attention to your breath, your heart beat and the sensations of the body, more often than you check messages on your phone this week.
