Mariana came a pirouetting today...

as I sat in the warm glow of morning meditation...

she came in a glorious blur of light

eyes of blue with soft curls too

turning, laughing, and turning...

the laughter bounced upon the walls and fell around me

and bruised by mind...

she pirouetted right there in that sacred space

dancing and laughing a bundle of joy and innocence

pirouetting Mariana pirouette

in a whisper came a deafening sound

a thought well known...I didn't ask to be here.

what is best sweet Mariana...what is best for I know not

you sweet divine being...tell me.

turning.. a dashing grin...disappearing

and I wondered

¿cómo he llegado hasta aquí

Sadness in the Silence

Sadness isn't a place that I visit much anymore but when I do it is as uncomfortable as it ever was. I am ever perplexed by the silence I find in this world. Being a communicator by nature and valuing each human being as a drop of the divine, I struggle when those near and dear to me use silence as a means of communication. It is quite destructive...slowly eroding faith and trust.

It is so strange because open communication often shines light on those ways in which our minds can deceive and manipulate us. Communication frees us from our fears created in our smallest minds and opens our eyes to the infinite possibilities available.

Being on the receiving end of silence always makes me feel like I am being punished. There is nothing I find more confining and frustrating then the pain it evokes. No matter how I try I can not shake it and always forget...it really isn't about me.

I have yet to find the answer...but what exactly does this silence mean and why does it have such a hold over me?