Monday, 3 April 2017


One solitary bubble
slowly rises from the depths of the ocean and
at the surface
sending forth a shower of light
beauty and resonance
accompanied by a song as
clear and distinct as the voices of angels.
Light scatters in all directions
drops of pure gold
seeds of Oneness
spreading themselves liberally all over the earth.

Some are seen as they flash by
momentarily awakening from slumber
the ones who see, who then
fall asleep again
content with a beautiful dream.

Some pass by unnoticed
even though they spread light and goodness
into the darkest corners
those they pass by are looking
in the wrong direction.

Some land, taking seed and growing
but are not recognised.
In that lack of recognition they
wither, they cannot thrive.

You and I received a seed of Oneness
when we were fresh enough
to hear its sound and
know its voice.
Then we could not name it
but knew enough
to listen and to follow it
pulled by its insistent tugging
as it led hither and thither
often unclear as to where it was leading.
Sometimes soft and distant
we held onto the sound
the voice calling us home.

As we followed the sound
we knew we were not alone
we walked the path with many others
strange yet familiar faces
friendly and welcoming.

At last
the sound led us here.
Here we rest
here we stay
no more wandering
no more following.

Here we sit
sometimes alone
often among a sea of faces and bodies.
Here we rest
knowing that all along
we were being led here.
No more uncertainty
no more fear.

A heart full of gladness and peace.
Here is where we are meant to be.
Here is where we always were.
Here is home.
No more wandering.

© 2 Apr 17

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