A poem this morning, written for our Awakin Call guest speaker MIrabai Bush, has inspired so many. After completing the Awakin call, I already received 4 requests in my inbox, asking for a copy. Here it is:

Deep in the center of my Being, where all things dwell is a place, is a space that is Silent in the noise of my day

Patiently waiting for me to stop and notice the sheer beauty of it's Power

Noble, watching, neutral to the costumes I wear, parading as me

My Being knows my truth
My Being knows my hunger
My Being knows my strength

My Being calls me to be alive in the newness of the struggle to remember my Name and the reason I was chosen to be here at this time and in this place. To look past the theater of my life and align with the sound of my soul

From this place of remembrance It shines a light of wisdom onto the darkness of my path. My Being brings a knowing to my existence and we laugh at the caricature of me I show to the world.

My Being holds my face in its hand and and says, breathe, just breathe. The endless need for control and perfection, fall away and I know that I am already safe in the arms of love.

I begin to delight in the world as it is and not in my striving for a world that can never be. Change, like the breath is only a process of holding on and letting go.

My Being says, it's time - time to let go, just let go
Stop the searching, sit with me and allow your answers to come. Your answers are on the wave of each breath. Waiting to be heard in the silence

Go deep and bring forth the gift of this day.
Not in effort and striving but through the magic and wonder of a child on Christmas morning.
There is nothing that is denied you - simply pick the beautiful box from underneath the tree and unwrap what waits for you there.