Our love, greater than any,
Our passion, unmatched
Yet we falter,
We fail,
Our steps come out of sequence,
Each one like feet in quicksand
Shouldn’t it be easy
For those who have answered the call to love?
Shouldn’t a life of passion
Follow the most direct path?
And yet that passion keeps us fiery,
Out of balance,
Darting to this fire and the next,
Trying to put out each one simultaneously
While rejecting the fire inside,
That heat which fuels the drive to move at all,
And which inspires movement to continue,
The movement that is love,
Given selflessly to the world,
Yet heaped minimally on ourselves
Shouldn’t it be more easy
To love ourselves,
To fuel the fire within,
To stoke our own divinity?
Slow down, dear ones, and rest,
There is time for movement forward
And there is time for fighting fires;
The times spent freeing feet from quicksand
Has more forward momentum
Than actual movement often does
Relax, embrace the resting times,
The quiet times,
The times which feel like stagnation,
For these are our gifts too
©SpiritLed 2017