Mental or loved beyond measure

by Heather Howes
(Auckland, New Zealand)


I get out of bed, the time is just right.
The clothes I want for my day have percolated to the top of each drawer.
The food I eat is perfect but only because I have already done the work.
I think of a friend, they phone me 20 minutes later.
The timing is spot on and we exchange gifts of love.

I notice things, patterns, colours, go/stop, do service, messages from God
I turn on the radio and a song I have not heard for years remind me that I have been in and out of tune many times before.
The difference now is that I know how it works.
Another song written by a beautiful crystal child tells me they are waking us and all along we thought we had to wake them.

Driving down the road a truck logo says something profound.
I smile or laugh a little laugh and say thank you for such perfection.
I wonder at the order, the synchronicity, the utter simplicity.
My heart is so touched that life loves me so much
Emotions flow, fleeting yet authentic.
Like Rumi’s guest house poem I welcome them all.

Has it always be like this for me? No.
I thought I was mad, bad and so, so sad.
I frightened my loved ones and made them sad too.
The doctors said you're sick, here take all these little pills.
We will cure you of all your little ills.
I wobbled and tipped over time and time again.

But I am very brave, more than anyone could know.
I made a vow of courage, compassion and joy.
My heart is true and my truth is pure -
My love is vast, for me and you.
It spans the world and back again
Sealed with a kiss.

Heather October 2009

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Nov 30, 2009
by: Ben Schwarcz

Thank you for sharing a little of your experience.

I love that Rumi Poem - so here it is!


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond."

-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

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