Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Rising Above Myself

Do you ever have those dreams from which you just can't wake up?

I'm having one of those this morning.  I am walking around in a true fog.  Part of me still remains in that dream.  It is one from which I am choosing not to depart - one that I know has things to teach me.

I do not want to divert my thinking from that place lest it disappears forever.  So I will share with you this morning something I shared with the Tribe last night (the amazing group of women who have been through the BIG process), part of portrait work.

This is the art:

(Brighter here than in person.  Some day I'll learn how to make the two match.)


This is the poem:

The time has come
to break all my promises
tear apart all chains
and cast away all advice

Disassemble the heavens
link by link
and break at once
all lovers' ties
with the sword of death

Put cotton inside
both my ears
and close them to
all words of wisdom

Crash the door and
enter the chamber
where all sweet
things are hidden

How long can I
beg and bargain
for the things of this world
while love is waiting

How long before
I can rise beyond
how I am and
what I am

~Rumi

How more perfectly could I state my being?