Silent Retreat (a poem)

I said to my partner the other day… “if only I could be a bear.”

 

Silent Retreat

Our culture and society demand too much of us. Especially in winter.

So, fold deeply into myself, so I may be held… by my soft inner lining.

I let my soft inner lining be what the world sees of me now also.

So they know to touch me gently and handle me with care.

I sit in silence.

To be receptive, receiving the whispers of the Infinite One.

I receive the world or hear the world.

I hear the Earth.

I hear Spirit.

In the silence and in the dark, I know myself.

“Why?” You ask. “Why in the dark and in the silence away from the world?”

Sometimes it’s hard to hear. Sometimes it’s hard to listen.

There’s too much white noise. White lies. White agenda.

There is a grasping from that space. Yet, I am safe; far out of reach.

So I do my own reaching.

Sending roots down into this Earth; I remember.

From that depth I can perceive Star Nation clearly.

I wonder how it was before the white noise.

I see a kindness underneath. We used to respect each other. And the Earth.

Sometimes pain and hurt just needs to be seen. In its vulnerability healing begins.

We were made to forget. And yet, here we are, remembering. Emerging.

“Just a little longer” I plead. “In the darkness. In the silence.”

But this darkness is not ignorant and I am not hiding.

I am listening.

“How do we hold each other?” I ask?

“In Sacred Reciprocity” she says.

by Colbee McManamon