Reading Time: 2 minutes Saturday Poem
Soul Hatching
 
Your Soul is hatching.
You are descending into your Sacred Self.
Broken open is the shell of your consciousness
that treats you as a stranger
Veils of Forgetfulness and Deception
descend upon your mind.
Voices call your by a name
you have often heard,
yet you know in your heart
it is not you.
You seek the Majestic Swan
though you believe yourself
to be the Ugly Duckling.
You stay in the mystery
of your disowned, unknown Self.
You enter the terrifying silence.
You dive into the petrifying stillness.
And even when you see its reflection
in the pure waters,
even then you hear your voice
that is not yours crying
“Go back!
This is not real!”
But you stay. You dive.
You crack that shell
and feel the old wound hurting,
feel the loss and find the love
and the shell breaks open.
The bird or your Soul
breaks free.
The Swan flies into the light.
Delight in its emergence.
 
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Maria Mar
New York
January 20, 2015

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Reading Time: < 1 minute Sunday Prayer
 
Awakening Prayer
 
When I close my eyes this night to sleep,
Beloved Divine,
help my consciousness awake.
When I wake up from my sleep in the morning,
Beloved Divine,
let my eyes and ears perceive
the lies of the past
the truth of the present
and the possibilities for the future.
Let me wake up with clear eyes
that see beneath the façade
to perceive the truth
underneath what we call reality.
When I wake up in the morning,
Beloved Divine,
wake me up to my Dream
so that it lights my path
through the night of delusion
and the slumber of distraction
into the delight of co-creation
with you, all-loving Source.
 
 
Maria Mar©2014
New York, New York
 

 
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Reading Time: < 1 minute Saturday Poem
The Wake
 
She was waiting
She was waiting because she wasn’t really ready.
She really really wanted it.
She longed for it so hard it hurt.
Her Soul howled for it with such fierceness
that she had begun to chew ice in the evenings
to quench that wild want.
 
But she was waiting.
It’s not that she didn’t want to do it.
God knows she really really wanted to.
It the thing she most wanted to do.
Her heart wanted it so badly!
She knew it would make her deeply, fully happy.
 
But she was waiting.
Waiting to get a better idea of how she could make it happen.
Waiting to get a certificate so that others would know that she could make it happen.
Waiting to perfect her technique to make it happen
more quickly, better, with less effort.
She was waiting to build it better.
Waiting to feel more confident.
Waiting to get the money.
Waiting to get more support.
Waiting to feel when the time was right.
 
And then she died.
 

 
Maria Mar©2014
New York, New York
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