Stop the World

Stop the World (a poem I wrote)

Stop the world. Break my notions. Unwind the constrained descriptions in my mind - this small, feeble, false reality. Come, inexplicable and wide truth.

Stop the world. Experience fragility. Let it shatter the false in my patterns. Let what’s vulnerable teach me. Let what’s frightening inform. Conversion by calamity, you’re invited.

Stop the world. I am afraid to stop the world. I quake before my quiet mind. What will become of my constructs, my definitions, my lines in the sand?

Naked. Stripped of fig leaves - my prejudice, presumption, and dogma that binds. Clear this plank, leastwise the splinter. Now seen is a beauty not recognized before. Stop the world.

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Be.

Feel and heal, meditate and listen…

Oftentimes, when I stop the world, when I quiet the noise, I see pictures in my mind's eye that symbolize what is happening in my heart or what The Spirit is saying to mine. Its just how my particular inner being works. Recently, during one of those quiet, stopped-world moments I saw a huge book with its huge page turning. I felt a strong invitation to turn to a new page, even to a new chapter. Maybe the invitation was solely for me. Maybe it was collective, a prayer for a societal turn. Probably both.

BE-ing almost always translates into DO-ing.

When we take time to BE, our DOing can come from a deep and true and inspired place. I’m more excited than ever to collaborate and create from that secret, quiet place because that’s what the whole world needs, each of us lit from the inside.

-Sarah

"Be"

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