Who knew what unexpected states of being
would fill my soul and alter me….forever.
Who knew that a nudge from the winds of change
would send me soaring through the speed of light
searing and shearing, altering me forever.
Never realizing that after time,
the experience would no longer encompass the what or the why
only the how and the where…..
does life emerge in new ways
reflective of the altered soul
making way for a new life of living….
New impulses, not old, not re-emerging, instead newly born.
Things take time.
There are cycles and seasons during and after crisis.
Crisis equating crucial or decisive situations
that unfold a turning point in time.
A turning point
creating a point at the end or the beginning
and equally in the middle
Turning round and round searching for the perfect spot
to lie down or open up or enter into….
a moment of repose, of refreshment, of certainty
forever altered from the swirling dervish-ness of change.
Being placed in a quiet moment,
a pool of water,
a nest of tall grasses,
that holds one quiet after the storm
with nothing mothering but one’s own soul life
however simple or full bouqueted or deep, or not, it may be.
Nothing left from before the moment of time
that changed the heartbeat,
altered perception and nudged the walking
in new directions
yet present in the very bones and nature of one’s existence
beckoning wakefulness in the symphonies of soul
and quietness of being
emerging from someplace else
that can’t be found
unless one is invited
without invitation into the waves of change
in the ocean
and the light of existence.
Written by Jill LaBelle Sophie Shouldice
Photography from Rumi fb page.