out of it

3 Apr

 

It is alright,

good even,

to step away.

Ask.

Again and again, if need be.

Why am I here?

Why be here in a world

which I cannot be of

but merely in.

Just to watch?

There is no going back from here.

Forward, or nothing ~

But why?

Do not call the hot line.

They fear such forthright seeing.

They wish for you to keep the question

at bay.

But you and I, we can ask,

and sit

and listen.

There is poetry in the answer given;

be open for anything,

animal, song, wind,  road sign,

to carry the message back to you.

Yesterday, the mystery

served up Chrissie Hynde.

When you know it isn’t your little story

but you can’t quite get out for the stratosphere view –

when you are in a tub of goo –

ask.

You are love but it can be hard to remember.

Lately I’ve been asking, stilling and then

arrives a song from 1984 🙂 on the breeze.

 

 

 

“Show Me”

Show me the meaning of the word
Show me the meaning of the word
‘Cause I’ve heard so much about it
They say you can’t live without it
Welcome to the human race
With it’s wars, disease and brutality
You with your innocence and grace
Restore some pride and dignity
To a world in decline
Welcome to a special place
In a heart of stone that’s cold and grey
You with your angel face
Keep the despair at bay
Send it away, and
Show me the meaning of the word
Show me the meaning of the word
‘Cause I’ve heard so much about it
I don’t want to live without it
I don’t want to live without it
Oh, I want love, I want love, I want loveWelcome here from outer space
The milky way still in your eyes
You found yourself a hopeless case
One seeking perfection on earth
That’s some kind of rebirth, so
Show me the meaning of the word
Show me the meaning of the word
‘Cause I’ve heard so much about it
Don’t make me live without it
Don’t make me live without it
Oh, love, I want love, I want love, I want love

11 Responses to “out of it”

  1. seeingm April 3, 2014 at 4:29 pm #

    We are love(d) today.

    http://seeingm.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/and-into-the-thick-of-it/

    -x.M

    • marga t. April 3, 2014 at 10:49 pm #

      I am feeling that we are love, who love, and are loved 🙂 You mirror and expand back to me this truth. xo! m

  2. Kelly Kuhn April 3, 2014 at 5:02 pm #

    I may have mentioned I am taking an astrology class. Well, last night we all discussed the “hard” aspects between Mars and Saturn, which several of us have. The teacher said it usually means the person has the attitude that life is hard and you have to work hard. I have this aspect and I am fighting her assertion today. Asking many, many questions of myself and the Universe, and, frankly, getting no acceptable answers.

    Then your post arrived in my inbox. It has settled me down, made me feel connected. I love your words and love this song. I’m still asking questions, still very emotional, and yet I am reminded that I am not alone. We are seekers, we must ask the questions, even as others think it’s unhealthy indulgence. I often wish I could stop, certainly at times like these.

    But life is mystery, how could I not ask questions? When I feel the incessant push to rise?

    Namaste, marga. Thank you for the gift.

    • marga t. April 3, 2014 at 10:58 pm #

      Ah Kelly. It feels like such an amazing gift to send out messages in bottles to have them land on the shores of my beloveds! I am going to write something strange now, but I know you will understand. I was hit with what we would usually call a challenge this afternoon and I felt a bit punched – when I set out on my walk, I worked to clear my mind, but “it” kept coming back around, front and center, what can I do? What can I do to fix this, make it work out, how is it all going go? When I got to my favorite spot on my usual trek, a look out over the marsh on one side and a river on the other side, the wind kicked up, rustling the marsh grass. So I asked the wind – and you know the answer that was suddenly clear. I heard the wind say that I can say thank you for this challenge and it felt true down to my toes. I said thank you for this high tall order ahead of me – thank you – and realized that there will be a gift in the working through and in the trust – and that I can start the journey with appreciation for the challenge – I feel so differently now. The wind replied so quickly. Thank you for letting me go off into a wild tale, but this seemed to stream along with you – and perhaps some “hard” aspects we may share! And I’m thankful for your “angel face” 🙂 xo! m

      • Kelly Kuhn April 4, 2014 at 7:34 pm #

        Smiling with you!

        I love, love, love the wind. Always have. And as soon as I was old enough to have a little appreciation for my curious ways and beliefs, to allow them to be without judging them (too much anyway!), I knew the wind is God’s favorite way to come to me. To remind me of the Mystery – that we may not be able to see it or hold it or smell it, but we see its effects clearly. So glad the wind spoke to you yesterday.

        As the wind was reminding you, I was doing a Shamanic journey, asking my power animal Bear to help me through my current challenges. She asked to remember several things: Have faith, Dream big, Know that I am more than I know. At the very end of the journey, I realized my deceased female relatives (mom, grandmas, great aunts) were there, eager to support and even urge me to stretch as far as I can.

        It is so easy to feel alone and overwhelmed. And small. Yet all the while we are one with all and very much loved.

  3. Michael April 4, 2014 at 1:10 am #

    The poem was lovely, and beyond that I’m really grateful to have visited in timing that afforded me the gift of reading the exchange between Kelly and yourself. Nature’s whispers are such poignant gifts. This subtle inner turnabout is to me, the root of holiness. I remember once as a boy, in the midst of depression, feeling overwhelmed, sitting on the half-built foundation of an adjacent soon-to-be home in our neighborhood, asking the stars for an opinion on the matters before me. The miracle is that there is always an answer when we ask… Your poem is right on, and a beautiful reminder that all we need do is ask…

    Knowing that the tall order will be filled with ease and grace, because the night sky told me so,

    Michael

    • marga t. April 4, 2014 at 10:26 pm #

      Kindness a beautiful trait of awakening that just shines from you! I went and revisited the windy spot today. I built an pile of sticks into an alter, while a dove sat perfectly still on a branch next to me. Such holy work took my full attention – and I lift myself out of the mundane knots of my life right now that cannot loosen until I do. How wonderful for us to visit here today that boy on the suburban foundation asking the stars – I know that we do time travel there through your words and give that dear fellow an invisible put no less powerful and loving embrace for where he was then! mm, mmmm, mmmm!

      • Michael April 5, 2014 at 7:35 pm #

        The me who was then and is no longer, who dissolved upon receipt of the time-transcending blessing, thanks you. 🙂

        Stick-building alone in nature is like writing a diary into the earth, a way of occupying your hands and body while the great Mother Earth beneath absorbs what is so gently spoken, and responds to the heart of her child. What a glorious outing!

        Michael

  4. Andrea April 4, 2014 at 3:27 am #

    I am in the thick of it in tubs of goo with M and M. We need no hotline when we have each other. And, just so you know, I would love to take a class of yours.

    • marga t. April 4, 2014 at 10:28 pm #

      And I my dear friend would love to kick around a ball with thee. Oh and make some messy mud cakes – I do miss those days and crazily look forward to grandkids already, haaha! I’ll let them run rough and wild, I bet.

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