What You See
You notice what I accomplish -
the hard, tangible results of my effort.
Therein lies your appreciation:
How what I deliver benefits you.
And, yes, while I signed on to serve,
to contribute to greater good
in the world of your collective power,
is it possible
for you to notice
who I am,
all that I carry within me?
Will you not water my seeds,
that I might blossom before you?
Perhaps I will simply
flower in beauty
that your eyes could behold
just in case
they ever really going looking for it.
I wrote this poem when I was working, during performance review time, when the manager I had at the time seemed especially focused on results without much appreciation for who I am and the value I brought through my way of being.
The Moon Speaking
I remember that night, when I was full-on
in my shiny best, I got a glimpse of you moving
along the sandy shore. You caught my attention
as you skipped from spot to spot on the wet sand
where the gentle waves caress the earth. You were chasing
sand crabs. Whether teeny-tiny or the bigger ones, those
armored beings always beat your lumbering foot, like a giant \
overtaking them, back into their little bitty holes. You
giggled at their speed and spoke to them in laughter. When you
tired of your rollicking pursuit, you paused on the sand and
gazed out over the water to the horizon. Your spine
straightened like a tree in the summer sun and your chest
curved ever so slightly toward the sky, like a baby opening
her mouth, hungry to be nourished, completely trusting
her mother. As if just noticing it’s the light on in the room
that is keeping things from being dark, you look my way.
As you lean back with your arms wide in a heart-centered kiss
of communion, I sense your imagination unfolding like a flower.
In the mirror of my being, you see your power, your beauty
and strength. You claim the truth: how you simply need to be,
emanating your light, in phases, not always glowing in your
full glory because sometimes you need to rest.
It is now time to be willing to let all the power and energies of the universe work for you.
It is time for you to open…to be willing…to allow those energies to carry you to your next step.
It is time for joy.
This is from time for joy: daily affirmations by Ruth Fishel. It really resonated with me. I love the phrase “to try softer”. I love the idea that life can be easy, inspiring, filled with love and JOY. I love the invitation here to open, to allow life to come. Instead of pushing and pulling and making life take the shape my mind creates, I can receive what the world brings to me.
* I took this photo in Ortygia (Syracusa), Sicily, Italy on Piazza Duomo.