From Whence True Wisdom Springs

I had a great night at the Centre's mens group. I went in with the intent to hold consciousness and to know that the right and perfect unfolding of the experience for those gathered in community. My vision consists of seeking the simple and supporting as I journey.

It feels as though this beautiful journey becomes richer and more profound the more I seek simplicity. And yet my soul sings at the return I am making.

During the check in I mentioned my experience with the Circle of Love. And in turn was asked to share more in detail later. It was wonderful to watch the love I felt reflected in those about me. We spent time speaking of spiritual practice and meditation. What wondrous subjects to share. And I am grateful for learning about what a sweatlodge is. I could see the light in the storyteller's eyes...

But before the meeting I started a poem that I'd like to at least get some completion to. It would be a fine way to capture a thought I had earlier today.

From Whence True Wisdom Springs

I wish I could relate,
What happened since this birth.
Of the simple moments treasured,
from this death here on this earth.

Fallen to complexity,
A need to be myself,
To wander shadow's garden,
explore, distract and delve.

I turn now to simplicity,
to Unity's singular call.
I witness body's cleansing,
Soul utterly enthralled.

The return now is clear to me,
All fears are cast aside,
the vision set so long ago,
now the cresting of this tide.

I know not what's to come of this,
nor do I even care.
For the why, how and end of it,
would taint the purest prayer.

Love's pursuit of unity,
a turn from outward things.
Ignoring sights of the world of forms,
From whence true wisdom springs.

(c) Copyright 2009, Carmien Owen