If you want to become full, let yourself be empty. Tao te Ching
God is not found in the soul by adding anything but by a process of subtraction.
These unusually warm days (for March in MN) I’ve been thinking about spring, about change and transformation, about shedding, molting, loosening.
In the spirit of this week’s New Moon, final Uranus/Pluto Square, Solar Eclipse, and Spring Equinox—all of which support spring cleaning: the release of what is old, worn and dusty so that new, fresh and joyful energies can sprout, grow and blossom—I offer this poem, written nearly five years ago, at the beginning of what has turned out to be a long period of personal transformation.
A Good Shake
Back stoop on a sunny day
firm grip on the rug
flick of the wrists
Dust, crumbs, lint, cat hair
flung into the breeze.
If only I could as easily
grab hold of my life,
(rag rug of experiences, places, people,
fears, thoughts, desires)
flick my wrists
and dust, lint, crumbs
would fly off
with a satisfying SNAP!
Not washed clean,
but shaken free of everything that no longer belongs,
aired and light
and ready for visitors.
In the coming weeks may we shake free all that weighs us down,
bravely open our doors for visitors,
and playfully explore creating ourselves anew.