I pour my heart out to the four winds and the seven seas,
mystical mist clouding memories of why the heart must
empty itself to receive the sweet whispers of all that is holy,
yet emptiness is never achieved in one pour or two,
or more, out pouring, like rain clouds bursting with life-giving
moisture so succulent and nourishing to seedlings.
I pour my heart out, and a waterfalls of words in loving expression
make their way like foot prints on the pages of life.
Whose life, all life, it is all life living itself in giving all that it is.
And why this cycle goes on without end….is because it must
do so, for this is its nature, without ending, its beginning is begun.
To know forever what eternity knows and will never forget,
what has never been known till the last drop is poured.
I pour my heart in, listening to the universe speak its living language
to me in the sound of its pouring, yes it is within this sound that
speaks between the lines, or between the snapping of fingers,
or the silence between the heart beating rhythms.
I continue to pour my heart out into the vast universal stillness,
into places with no name, for nothing is ever the same,
for now gives birth to each moment ever new.
To experience the same truth in new forms, it discovers
itself with in the out pouring of Soul’s longing to
I pour my heart out in its aching to empty itself
Of all Love, all Life, all thought, for all is in perfect
Accord with Gods Will be done, and so, the giving and receiving,
the out pouring till the last drop begins filling
itself again to heart bursting moments of Divine contentment.
Kissing the moment as love is distilled in the Holy
Order of all things beautiful, blessed with grace.
You may ask, Who is this ” I” that claims
I pour my heart out when ever it is filled?
Who is the true pourer of the contents of contented hearts?
That would be me, Soul.
does it matter the who or what it is that has brought Soul
into consciousness awareness of its true nature?
Its purpose here and now, to give and receive
Divine Unconditional Love, for no reason nor rhyme.
For without exception, all things reflect this Law of Spiritual Reciprocity.
Inhale, exhale, give, receive, outpouring, “in-pouring”, outcome incoming
Waves of spiritual grace nurturing Soul’s expansion of Its self
In Gods love,
And so the I AM pouring my heart out, every last droplet fulfilling
Its self, the awakened selflessness that through pouring out my heart.
In some small way, manifests Gods Presence in this world
- Fran Blackwell ~ guest author ~ Patience Waiting (unedited and published with permission) (greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com)
- Pour it out (randomnerves.wordpress.com)