Sacred Interruptions
-1-
Sacred spaces
lit by the jewel
of a dragonfly
wing,
supplied by
Mother Nature herself,
interrupted
only by the babbling
of the stones
under current of water.
Sacred spaces
of our creation,
whirring of fan
blowing spirits of the past,
these winged
blades of air
bearing their
weightless support
yearning to
yield pain to peace,
scream to
smile, anxiety and anger
to aimless
meanderings.
Can anywhere
become sacred upon
our blessing
and amiable ambiance,
upon the
releasing of expectations
and stressful
resentments and anger
that create
separation?
-2-
Sacred moments
when weary
becomes rest,
when serenity inter-
rupts our
strained stress and
allows us
breath, when we read
and touch the
divine, souls near
intertwine.
-3-
If to be sacred
is to be dedicated,
to be
protected, to be devoted
to a purpose,
if we are helping another
to become
secure, if we are reaching out
to aid in a
being’s wellness,
are we not
doing something sacred?
-4-
If to be sacred
is to be secured
against
violation, as by sense of right;
if to be sacred
is to be properly immune
from violence
and inviolable…
should not all
beings be treated as sacred?
Should not all
neighbors be souls to aid?
Who are we to
bring animosity to another?
-5-
If we look at
every person,
every animal,
every plant,
every thing on
this earth,
every stone,
particle of soil,
hypha of fungi,
molecule of air
as having the
potential to change
and therefore
living in spirit
and soulful,
then sparking
in a godly way,
how can we not
see ourselves
in a web of endless
spirituality
and having the potential
of simmering in
sacredness?
-6-
Twice I have
floated above the earth
and lost time.
I was in the center
of a labyrinth,
seated cross-legged
on stepping
stones placed in the soil.
One of these
times, my twin was seated
next to me. We
floated together,
as close as we
once were in the womb.
I felt the
universe and the emptiness
was full of
enough love for all.
For everything
and everyone.
-7-
How, then, do
we make these moments,
these places
sacred in our lives?
How do we
interrupt
the chaos
with the
divine?
by Julie S.
Paschold
aka Tansy Julie
the Soaring Eagle
2.8.25
