This Ecstasy

by John Squadra


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If the Earth is a woman
I have tasted of her salt
and of her honey too
and seen her face beneath
the moonlit mirrored ice
before she melted in the liquid
warmth of spring.

If the Earth is a woman
we have known each other,
will know again
until not even the wind
can separate our dust.

When you love,
you complete a circle.
When you die,
the circle remains.

.

Loving you,
is not something that I do.
Rather it is something to become,

and becoming that,
I become a little more
of who I am.

Tonight when the moon
was almost full
the sky too bright for love,

I met in a wood
a dream pale owl
with eyes that were not blue

and like myself, he was not wise
and he was not good,
but sometimes he was true.

All that matters is what you love
and what you love is who you are
and who you are is where you are
and where you are is where you will be
when death takes you across the river.

You can't avoid the journey but
you can wake up... now
and see where you've been
and where you are going.

Paradise is not a place
where we are going.
It is a place
where we are from.
We can go there
at any time.
It is our beliefs
that lock us in our hell.

It is the sacredness of this moment
that is the key to freedom.

There are many paths up the mountain.

If you don't believe this,
then you are like the shepherd
who always took his sheep
across a wooden bridge
to the high mountain grass.

One night the bridge collapsed in a storm.
Although the river was very low,

(only up to a sheep's tale)
the shepherd refused to cross.
The bridge was the only way.

The entire flock perished from lack of grass.

The shepherd returned home
and to his dying day said,
"I am cursed of God."

I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,
And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.
I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Everything almost
Which is Nature’s, and may be
Untainted by man’s misery. .

There is nothing ordinary under the sun.

All is sacred.
All is one.

Love is the willingness
to give up a part of yourself

you think you know,

to discover a part of yourself
you never knew existed.

If you listen,
not to the pages or preachers
but to the smallest flower
growing from a crack
in your heart,
you will hear a great song
moving across a wide ocean
whose water is the music
connecting all the islands
of the universe together,
and touching all
you will feel it
touching you
around you...
embracing you
with light.

It is in that light
that everything lives
and will always be alive.

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