Dear Miracle

Setting free the beautiful truth inside.

Burning Down the House

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It’s been a long fire.

This burning down the house,

this finding the Holy Grail,

this drinking from the cup—

an act of grace I am worthy of.

Fibonacci’s spiral,

perfect equilibrium beginning to end

in each cord of kindling wood

until nothing remains but equanimity,

the face of God

in me the golden ratio—

the opening so vast

only bearable through love.

 

© 2013 ~ S. Wolfington

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Author: dearmiracle

The hardest thing you will ever do is tell yourself the truth. This is about that. Vulnerability, becoming comfortable with ambiguity and answers that don't always arrive when we think they should. Living in that liminal space, a threshold of not always knowing becomes a sweet spot, a place of opening again and again.

3 thoughts on “Burning Down the House

  1. I agree with Linda, so what she said. I keep hearing “The Talking Heads.”

    Namaste
    Sindy

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  2. Thank you, Linda! I always appreciate your observations and comments here!

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  3. very mystical poem Susan, lovely…

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