Mystery unfolding...

This poem came from my writings on Saturday, February 28 for our last weekend of the year long level one Tamalpa Training. This was my mother's birthday. Sunday, March 1st was the second anniversary of her crossing over. In living her dying, walking with her through the dance of dying, I was led back to the path of the healing expressive arts. I shared this poem in our closing ceremonies along with a dance of prayer in honor of my mother Marianne and all of our loved ones who have passed over. At the instant I finished the dance, the candle Daria had lit in her honor went out; I felt my mother say, "In beauty it is finished."

Mystery unfolding...

Mystery unfolding beyond measure, mystery

holding mystery and giving

unimagined light fulfilling

beyond measure all hopes

all prayer fulfilled in the mystery of now...

I am reminded

by the birds of my losses, yes as they do,

I take flight, take flight

renew with a batting flutter

of my wings breast bone

to the air, take flight,

I take flight, glide

on the gleaming wings of time... all time

together now, in the blinking

mystery of now, in the joyous

song of now, in the perfect

discernment of all and perfect

speaking of all

and the joyous

speaking of now and creating

circles of listening

to the now, the sweetest taste

of essence being moving in tongues

everywhere gleaming now, gleaming

cresting distances

light on the horizon

of the present moment, stars

on the crest of the way here

and nowhere else

here here here, move with me,

dance this unfolding altar of love

and joy arising

beyond all arising beyond

all hope, tender tender kindness, loving

tender

kindness

mystery

unfolding

mystery.