SPOTLIGHT OF AWARENESS ON THE ME

(the gurgling conversation with Well in Sedona, AZ)
(C) 2009 Howard McQueen

... Me first
Look at Me
Poor me

ya de ya de yaaa daaaa ...


Everything comprising this "me"
is so fleeting, so very temp-o-rar-Y

The yen and yang of internalized contraries:
- coming and going
- winning and losing
- gaining and giving up
- stockpiling and seeing forms blight and rot
- ...

So many invitations to lay externalized power down,
to claim that which is eternal
to remember to sip from the Well
to relax and release consciousness
from the spills and spells
of apparent disconnection from the light.

This me, so profoundly caught in the perennial tempest
of protecting and defending sense of identity.

This contracting experience of seeking the safety and sanctity,
shrinking from the world, snacking on self-pity,
constantly custom-fitting,
busy tailoring its clothing
to the rise and fall of shifting waistline.
This ego smacking reveling and defilement going on inside this me.

Ahhh, this thinking-centered-ness held by me,
believing it has some semblance of hope
hiding from the annihilating
bonfire of Love's intimate embrace.

[a pause, to receive the introductory affectionate kiss before the gravity well of Love's embrace]

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...
..
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So, notice these tugs and pulls and allegiances at play
in the swirl of energies, this work-in-process deconstruction of me.
In this me, there is cleverness, deceit, a yet to be unraveled ball of rejection
and so many other things to be backfilled with love -
in the specious characters and personas unraveling
and revealing this energetic phantom of me.

I remember: take a sip from the Well,
the silent intoxicant
the profoundly deeper wisdom of being, truth and right-action
in letting go
in letting Love
completely make her way
through this One with form
masquerading-in-separation as me.

~ ~ ~
Blessing
You-as-essence, your spirit, has always been the adored expression of the child overwhelmed with wonder and joy at the immensity of Love born in creation.