Stop Now My Sister

Stop Now My Sister

Stop, now, my sister
Please take hold of my hand and look into my eyes.
What do you see there?
An ocean that pulls the river of your being to it's final journey?
Or an enveloping mist that obscures the liniment of our forms?
Or a sun that melts the core of all your fears?

Stop, now, my sister
Please reach out to touch my Heart, your Heart
What do you feel there?
A quiet joy that bursts into a carefree giggle?
A clarity that rejects all doubts?
A power that pushes aside all limitations on loving?

Sit, with me, my sister,
Massage the feet
That have treaded eons of time so you can end your journey
Find your way back home to me now.

Rest, now my sister
and lay your head on my lap.
Your head will no longer torment you with ideas of worthlessness or
of things to gain or lose.

Can you hear my plea?
Stop, now, my sister
and be free to consider your sister:
THE HEART

10/19/88