Wednesday, September 13, 2023

A New Poem: Balance Is Everything


In the dream,

I had a

sacred calling:

to be a

mask carrier,

one who

could handle

the most holy

of objects.

Two rival tribes

warred constantly,

but one

kept winning

as it held

many more

of the 

sacred masks.

And so,

I removed

some of

their masks

and brought

them to the

other tribe.

I woke up

before seeing

if the wars

stopped, but

I knew that

the power

was equalized.

 

The thing is,

I’ve come

to realize

that balance

is everything.

 

The Navajo live

by ceremony

and Hózhó,

harmony and beauty.

 

The Balinese wrap

their altars in

black and white

checkered fabric,

symbolizing balance.

 

The Hawaiian way

is ho’oponopono,

with reconciliation and

forgiveness at its heart.

 

We cultureless ones

long for that,

for a long exhalation

of relief.

 

How to return

to the center,

where we might

find calm and

the blessings of

a balanced life?

How can I,

how can we,

be sacred

mask carriers?

 

SoulCollage® card - The Mask Carrier


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