The light is on above the stove because the florescent lights are too much for me so early
I hear her talk about standing, bending, looking another human in the eye
connection
to be seen-labeless
and somehow she stumbled on this
but was aware
and breathed in the bliss of being alive
and knowing that she is the watcher that sees
and her seeing is valuable
to a whole world
that soul
that feels invisible

we sometimes loose ourselves between the lines
the things we busy with from one thing to the next
forgetting ourselves
our souls
and not even we see
and then we are lonely
in a mass of people around and busy works

the dim light illuminates the small counter space
littered with plastic bag packaging of gluten free breads, cream cheese, and almond butter
to make lunches for the faces and tummys of these kids that come
interrupting my thoughts
wanting to be fed
and more, I realize,
wanting to be seen.

I'm scraping together scraps of what we have left in the house as we wait for
the government dole
but i don't plan to be here much longer
waiting
wanting to be seen by the One who sees
and knows I'm not made for complacency

And i feel this brightness in my heart
on the verge of tears
like standing on the precipice looking out over vast landscapes
ready to give into a greater faith again
and again
and again
like flying
each time for the first time

Letting my heart fill so much that my eyes overflow
Remembering my soul
and it's Creator
responding in Gratitude and service
and love
and loosing the fear to be the seer of
other souls

losing the fear of vulnerability
embracing
the littered counter
the mass judgement
the ignorance
the bliss
the fear and the leaping
the between the lines assumptions

losing the fear of my own self rising to meet
my Source
out of boxes and into the bright light of truth
losing the fear of being intentionally part of the Conversation

I tie up the loose ends on the bags and clear off the counter as she closes her speech
she reaches out the flower to the audience
in thanks
and I find myself inspired by her diversity and freedom and beauty and art,
I, in some far away kitchen, filled with children, and big dreams and a woman...




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