The Gate
A poem written during an Wisdom Embodiment retreat in Scotland last September
There is a little gate on a wall that I know,
of the most humble simplicity.
It is both inviting and begging you to slowdown.
The thick and centennial wall around is intimidating
and protects a sanctuary from the ones in a hurry.
In contrast, the gate allows a glimpse of the mysteries
begging you to listen and reminds you to feel more.
”..what if time was abundant after all?”
Its upper arches evoke gentle waves of sand on a windy day at the beach.
Their repeated pattern implies you can attempt things again and again,
and take as long as you need.
You can simply open it, if you want to, and promis to be gentle.
An ascending iron squeal, as you swing through,
will let others know you’ve been seduced.
What’s behind is a garden of delights, reminiscent of what is possible.
Colours, velvets, scents and vibrations… all re-affirm you DO belong here.
There is never a straight line and you have to dance your way up!
This is not all yours yet, but maybe one day.
”…how could I have more of this in my life?”
What am I keeping sacred from intruders?
What parts of me have overgrown?
What is more enchanting in me than I thought?
What am I happy to give a glimpse of?
Who will respect and honor this treasure?
Who will stop by, and be with it for a while?
I want to take a piece of this where ever I go,
and honor its wisdom by going slow.
