Poem: Blessed Unbecoming

This came through today...thank you, Tara Vajra Saraswati. Your inspiration is bright even through the darkest times.

BLESSED UNBECOMING
January 22, 2025

Standing at the center of the world
radiating love
in all directions at once
I saw the future

What I saw were lies 
receding like a tide
draining like a swamp
As all that looked so real
so threatening
and so powerful
revealed itself to be a mirage
empty
a facade
shallow
brittle
and ultimately illusory
gone

And as it receded
(the murky waters)
what remained was us
we stood
bright and shining like pillars
scattered across the barren expanse
bright like stars in a constellation
we were finally able to see
the pattern of connection
we've been weaving 
revealed

We smiled at each other 
we laughed
and our hearts burst
overflowing with joy
love
and a deep relief
that Truth prevails
that the Light 
within us
never dies

We looked around 
at the barren ground
as it became fertile again
with the compost of experiences weathered
tragedies overcome
dreams deferred 
not yet blooming with spring
but empty
like footsteps
in the fresh, fallen snow
gleaming bright in the sun
and the path was clear

Then we stepped out of our old skins
shedding layers of time
and memory
and began to build
the world we'd been waiting for.


--Schuyler Brown, on a walk at Olana