Thursday, December 19, 2019

An Open Heart

The time has come.
Time to arise from hibernation
And present it before the world,
This priceless and valuable gift,
But how to do it?
The question brings out much contemplation.
This fragile but valuable ability,
Does it require a spectacular entrance?
It would seem to be yes, yet it is no.
The startling answer shows a different way.
The greatness of its power is so strong
That it only requires one simple thing:
To allow it to be present.
It doesn’t matter how much is said,
Or if anything is said at all.
The power emanates from its mere existence.
It will reach out to those who are sensitive to it.
An open heart touches many souls.


Commentary:

In my habitual reflection mode, I again think about the previous encounters I came across from my recent visit to Disneyland.  Again, quite aware that this may be the one and only chance we'll ever cross paths, it again makes me think about what influences really are left behind from such brief encounters.  Last poem I wrote, "The Moment We Met," seemed to be a great insight on that visit, but this one brought on a whole different thought process.  I love how a similar setting and/or situation can bring on so many different insights!

I wrote this poem with the hopes of putting it in one of my little "video journals" that I make, but I decided to write a few shorter ones for that to make it easier to follow.  Truth is that the insight I received during this experience is quite difficult to transfer into words.  It's all based on a moment on my Friday, the second to last day (last full day) there.  I was getting ready in the morning and listening to music when an old familiar Christmas song sent me into this sort of transcendental thought.  Through it I was reminded that despite my weaknesses I had some quite amazing gifts and abilities that I might have been holding back a little.  On this day I decided to step it up a little and present myself to a few of the characters there in hopes that through my effort to get out of my usual comfort zone and by presenting myself to them they caught on with what I was trying to do.  Some of them talked a little, some only saw me and never really talked with me, but whatever type of way we crossed paths, I have a slight hope that somehow it helped someone as well as it helped me.