I have heard it all my life,
A voice
calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love.
You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!
Remember
what you are
and let this knowing
take you home
to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and
let a deeper knowing color the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go.
What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for
is here in this moment,
right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles.
All this trying. Give it up!
Let yourself
be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to
the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover
pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing
even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word
you are here to say
with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it.
Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem
we are writing together.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, HarperONE, San Francisco 2003
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