Being is wide-hipped
and wide-lipped.
She is like honey spilled
all over myself
spreading, oozing, sticky, adhering
to all my persistent doing.
Gumming up the works,
widening my cells, opening my heart, expanding to connect with all.
Being is curious.
She follows each feeling, each perception
without having to do anything at all.
She listens and sees
by moving under the thought or feeling
and simply holding it,
being it. Knowing it.
And then the most curious thing something happens
without will.
Something occurs, just appears
and then there’s a bit of doing to be done.
Not out of effort, just out of responsiveness.
And Being says that’s all we have to do. Really.
Just fully be and see what occurs
and respond to that.
That’s all.
Good bye to the hard case of doing,
to the constricted determination,
to the marching and the gritting of teeth,
to the stridency, to the striving, to the pushing up hills.
Hello to the honey, my honey, who is Being.
To the Mother who holds the seed,
the womb of the stars,
to the One within me who has already done it all
who knows it
and who simply
Is.
