WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH

WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH

 

When I have had enough,

things change

and I outgrow

old phobias and

rationalized fears…..

when I’ve had enough.

 

When I have had enough,

life confirms

my connection

between

long hidden imprints

and

my liberated readiness….

When I have had enough. 

 

When I have had enough,

my tenacious ego

surrenders its

unbending rational clarity

and pays homage

to Wisdom’s

intruding hospitality….

When I have had enough. 

 

When I have had enough,

Obstacles transmute

into synchronicity,

Monsters

become visiting angels,

Fear

becomes trust….

When I have had enough.

 

When I have had enough,

my armor

melts into

liquid love,

soul-strangers

become

healing lovers,

and the Light

shines through

the darkness….

When I have had enough.

 

-Hal Edwards

September 1, 2013

Wauconda, IL

EVERY UNFOLDING MOMENT

EVERY UNFOLDING MOMENT

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Sunrise on Mt. Sinai, 2008, photo by Hal Edwards

Every unfolding moment,

second by second,

minute by minute,

hour by hour,

day by day,

I am given

yet another

grand invitation

to grow,

to awaken,

to serve.

 

Whether

winter or summer,

sleet or sunshine,

gain or loss,

the invitation

remains intact.

 

Teachers come.

They show up

out of the rhizome,

of some

invisible

and inexplicable

mystery

emerging from

inside the heart of

things.

 

I stand in awe.

My eyes are opened.

“Once I was blind,

but now I see.”

 

All things,

Everything,

every circumstance,

every accident,

every synchronicity

trumpets forth

“I am.  Thou art!”

 

My vision vibrant,

my ears unstopped,

my heart opened,

my mind sharpened,

I awaken

to a Great Mercy,

humbled, grateful,

gifted and chosen

to receive,

to praise,

and to trust.

 

The fog does not intimidate;

the furnace continually refines,

the suffering perfects,

the emptiness simplifies,

the truth liberates.

 

Every droplet

from every stormy blast

pirouettes gracefully

across the transparent panes

of my longing spirit.

 

My flowering hope

for Springtime

remains solid and rooted

under the frozen tundra

of winter’s foreboding

and invisible

disposition.

 

All things

work together.

They really do.

 

With the pregnant

Palestinian

Mary of Jesus

I kneel,

unknowing,

undaunted;

and in absolute trust,

I say,

Ad sum—

so be it.

 

-Hal Edwards

January 21, 2013

Inauguration Day

Wauconda, IL