Do you know the tenacious bee,
one who moves from bloom
to bloom without fail, without
regret, without losing faith…
Do you know water as it
runs cold from snowed
peaks, down to settle in
low places, without question
to its purpose, without fear…
Do you know the sun as it
pushes above the horizon
without falter, without doubt
since before time that we remember
until time when it is burned out…
Do you feel your heartbeat,
a gift given, one you cannot
contain, one that speaks to
you in every moment, at each turn,
in every breath, unwavering passion…
one who does not abide in fear,
acknowledges its impossible grip,
but leaves it to shrivel unfed.
who is built on faith.
who opens space
for that which will be,
that without ego.
who trusts and moves
in rhythm of heartbeat.
who releases all to the One who Is –
a marriage without question,
a union of tenderness,
a hand fasting of strength
to move a mountain,
if such a thing be needed.
You are warrior,
born to trust,
made to honor,
sent to be you.
I once had a discussion with one dear to me who when I read a poem about being a warrior, a dismayed looked came upon the face of my friend. It must have seemed unlike me to consider myself a warrior. In my friend’s mind, possibly, understanding a warrior to be one of violence.
If I place myself into a historical context I would probably be a hippie – peace and love and all that jazz. I struggle with eating meat, wearing leather, supporting the zoos. Trash. Oh, the waste. I don’t seem to have anything warrior about me, in the traditional sense of war.
Today I was once again presented with the idea of warrior – one of strong conviction, not violence; respect and honor, not ego.
To be a warrior doesn’t mean I am going to pick up a weapon. On the contrary, I see no purpose at all in carrying guns. Yes. That includes hunting. No war. No pesticides. No boxing or football. No winners or losers. No Game of Thrones or even Harry Potter. Violence is much too pervasive in all we do. I know. I eat meat. I love Harry Potter. I am working on this contrary life of mine.
But I am warrior.
Some call it stubborn. I am also a Taurus. Maybe that plays a part.
In these past four years, especially since January, I have come to acknowledge and embrace my Warriorself – in my faith, in my love, in making my life along a new path. I embrace new ways, ideas, and thought that aren’t new but ancient. And people who are of nature and see our Holy One in all and in everything have stepped graciously into my life. No boundaries or creeds to accept or hide within. Just opening, opening to all in wonder and joy. No fear. No fear.
It is astounding. The path is wide enough for everyone. The gifts to share are stunning if I quiet myself like a warrior, learn to listen, really hear and understand. Stay open to whatever may happen. Make room for those new voices and their gifts who are presented to me, and to welcome all.
It is not perfect or easy, but I am not giving up.
I am warrior.
I hope my friend understands.
May you stand in stillness,
warrior, listening deeply
to our Holy One’s voice.
May you walk in lightness,
warrior, in honor and
respect of all life,
all that is holy.
May you see with eyes
wide and free,
warrior, open stance
accepting of the gift Divine.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Above is Luna, my new rattle.
I love the gift of her into my life.
Made of leather, sitting on leather.
Oh, my contrary life.
One side is this lovely deep blue signifying the dark Moon.
And, then, the other side is ever so lightly tinted blue
for when she is full.
Warrior dancer Gillian Murphy
Photo by Ken Browar and Deborah Ory, NYC Dance
Found on Musetouch Visual Arts Magazine, Facebook.
“The two basic qualities of warriors
are sustained effort and unbending intent.”
by Carlos Castaneda | Artist unknown
From Dreamwork with Toko-pa