JOY

Come, sweet beauties;

Meditators, yogis, lovers and seekers

You who have walked to Lhasa

On your knees

Meditated a lifetime

Sought the Kingdom in a 1,000 ways

You who have fallen in love

With silence, and

Adore the Holy One

Listen

Just listen . . .

There is an impulse

Moving thru silence

It's ringing

In your heart

It is the image of God

Knocking from the inside

There is a Divine Order

Moving thru time

Do you hear it?

It is just beyond your ears

It is calling you

To become your Self

To be the winged creature

That you are

Let that impulse fill your wings

Take flight in it's expression

Address the need

Arising in this moment

To express the Mother's love,

The Father's wisdom

You, who are swan-born

Came to this world for this

You came here . . .

Just for this

Oh, swept-winged beauties,

The flight of the swan

Is JOY

Poem by Chris McCombs