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February, 2006
Deeper into the void, I travel, leaving the need for markers behind.
In glimpses, the elusive nature of another’s truth lingers
beyond the edges of the garden wall. I know this place and yet,
seeking more, I touch the walls with outstretched hands, leaning
closer to smell the moss and weeping damp of clinging shadow.
I invoke Kwan Yin. Standing, for this moment in a circle of grace,
the layers of consciousness held within the template of the human
form reveal themselves. Separation falls away and I am swept away in
a river of tears.
Intention creates passage into the space of the heart where I am I
and yet not. Where I see and hear and become and yet do not. Where I
stand within and observe and am not either the observer or the
observed. This place where the river of tears flows both for and with
and beyond the wounds revealed. This territory of the heart that I
explore with awe and wonder. Standing as I did, within the grace of
another’s heart for a moment, I travel beyond the limited power
of words to explain. Yet the need for words seems clear if for no
other reason than to mark this day February 5,2006, when the true
nature of Compassion was revealed to me.
Kate Dechard
February 5, 2006 |
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