Sometimes we hear music, see beauty and feel great love and still forces beyond our creative doing do not collude with our vision.  Life presents no other option but the deep surrendering of our own ardently cultivated dream.

The path in front of us changes before our eyes and all we can do is follow our own footsteps into the mist without a plan and naked of our dreams – an initiate once again.  We “peel back our own image from the mirror” and reexamine who really lies behind the one we have created in our likeness.

Perhaps our dream has become a prison for our own spirit.  That’s when we can once again bear witness to the overall integrity of life. We can allow and trust another crumbling, another cleansing, where all appears to collapse into dust.

Take heart.  Illusions crumble.  All that is true remains.  And sometimes, the universe has a bigger and better plan for us.

Love after Love:

The time will come

when, with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving at your own door,

in your own mirror,

and each will smile at the other’s welcome

and say, sit here.  Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give Wine.  Give Bread.

Give back your heart to itself, to the one who has loved you

 

all your life, whom you ignored for another,

who knows you by heart.

Take down the box of love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes…

 

Peel back your own image from the mirror.

Sit.  Feast on your life.

 

-Derek Walcott