TECTONIC QUAKES FROM THE PAST

(C) 2009 Howard McQueen

This past week, I was witness to
a rugged, self-reliant, beautiful woman,
successful artist, loving wife (etc. rich life resume ...)

Completely break down
into great bouts of sobbing,
deep weeping from an inner despair.

A current friend of hers was not finding any footing
and constantly sliding away from love,
when this lady's love was close enough to be felt seemingly everywhere.

This beautiful woman was invited to attend to her childhood,
the stored in the mind-body memories of living in a wasteland,
where love would not respond and could not be grown.

She was reminded that no matter how diligent in efforting she tried,
Visiting her deep and amply filled well,
to take up the bucket brigade time-and-again
to encourage love in family,
it was not even remotely enough
to tip the scales in favor of Love.

As these emotional depth charges began to subside,
her body went into a lengthy series of inner tectonic quakes.

She acknowledged the link between these special effects
and the long-standing chronic fatigue,
expressing through her in after lunch naps,
the necessary recharging of these fifty year old essence gaps.

~ ~ ~
This weeping was so profound that it carried the invitation of inclusivity for all humans on this earth
Dedicated to A. - Blessings to all - HM