As I virtually witness outer world chaos materializing into global terrorism and other seeming madness, like Donald Trump’s ascendancy to presidential candidate, I wonder where this is leading. On the one hand, I feel far removed physically and psychologically from perspectives that devalue life, which leaves me feeling separate from rather than integrated with those appearing so different. On the other hand, my own inner world of shifting experience and uncertainty aligns with these outer signals of change. And, I have found that where there is chaos, a revolution of change is about to unfold.
Of course, there are those (like me) who would prefer a quieter, calmer foray through uncertainty, and fortunately this quiet probability emerges as our ego’s wounds are healed. However, evident chaos leads me to speculate there are many wounded souls roaming the earth. Quite possibly, momentarily I forgot my own passionate, enflamed battles to end injustice and separation and that such chaotic battles cracked open my heart and left my unmasked soul shining through. As change appears to me, first the Universe gifts me a poem — in time, I come to understand it.
The Colour of Quiet
Quiet has a whiteness to it,
full of contentment and ease.
No wind disturbs its depths
other than a soft breeze kissing
the skin’s surface.
Quiet travels into the soul
journeying great distances
to reveal unknown truths.
We can rest peacefully here
without evidence of urgency.
Chaos lives in the fires of life
burning bright reds and yellows.
Fiery fingers snapping for attention
press into the senses until an
explosion bursts forth its ashes.
Both lead us forward
through pleasure and pain.
Often preferred is the colour of quiet,
tho’ it is the double-edged sword
that sharpens the wit.
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