Extending from the heart a hand reaches outward
towards something less known
can I touch the world?
will I let it touch me?
with trepidation the soft bed of skin
points to a direction and the
the body follows in anticipation
of what is felt but not yet seen
we are one with the world
and yet so separate
how to mend the chasm?
to touch what is untouchable
to feel the contours of space
to manifest ourselves in this
world one line, one image at a time
the story of our light being
the imprints of our nature…
It’s February, the cold, short dark days of winter. I was touched by a coaching client who said, “I understand now why you have ‘poetry’ along with innovation and leadership on your business cards, this process feels like poetry, not clear and tangible but I can sense what it means to me and what I am learning.â€
We seem to long for the tangible, the glorious light of summer, strong and bright, hot. Winter is a time of withdrawal of going inward, of snuggling up to the fireplace (and if you live like I do then close to radiator). We are covered head to toe in clothing layers, protected and hopefully warmed. There is a sort of separation from each other that takes place and in this separation we have the possibility of becoming intimate with ourselves, being a little bit more reflective about what we have achieved, who we are, what we are.  We are seeds under the soft layers of snow, the hard layers of ice, deep under the earth – a lot of activity and preparation going on down there but little evidence of it on the surface.
We live in a time where what is going on, on the surface seems to matter so much more. What we can see, touch, feel, taking preference over the subtler movements of the heart and soul. What to say? It is that way. Yet everyday I meet people who are starting believe that perhaps what is stirring beneath the surface and less evident is just as important. What can be sensed but not yet seen or touched does have a purpose. I’m not talking about religion or God, I’m not talking about some mystery, I am simply talking about another aspect of life, another aspect of YOU of ME. We are layered and multi dimensional – different facets of a diamond reflecting all kinds of light. It’s just that there seems to be a preference in our time for in-your-face and noisy, a certain kind of humming busy-ness  This too must have a purpose but it’s good to realize that that is simply not all there is.
I think some people are relieved to know that there is more than what we see and there is more than what we read in the newspaper – a whole lot more, really.
Tags: innovation, poetry, winter
