‘The circles she made in the air went round and round and she said The Teachers are telling me that the only way to get off is to step off. And we can get back on again. And this was the Earth she talked of. She made circles with her hand while she lay in the bed, as white as the sheets she lay on.’ From the prose poem ‘at her bedside.’
The Heart’s Spillage. . .
It is the medicine talking! His exasperated whisper may as well have been shouted in the hospital room. Let her talk, I angrily answered. She is speaking truth. And our mother in her near death experience proceeded to tell us what was going on and who she was talking to.
My brother left and the next day his wife asked what went on because he was an emotional mess. He didn’t hear what would have confirmed his cherished belief that open arms of his god were ready. At nearing ninety mother instead held herself accountable.
We have heard people say it is the alcohol talking, or drugs or anger talking. And I say it is a truth they are saying, when it is the spillage of the heart. When we hear adults speaking gutter language, or calling it locker room talk, it also is the heart’s excess with an insufferable wound.
I had six brothers with many friends and never heard language as on television with youngsters mouthing things with gestures we thought halted in preschool. Want to know the far influence of thoughtless or gutter spillage of bathroom behavior? Listen to the children who have television as their baby sitter.
I hung up the phone and my in law mother asked what did I find to talk about with our sons. I said there are not enough hours in the day for all to be said. I mentioned this to our eldest who answered, but we have been practicing all our lives! And we had. When did it stop? At what point did we become tongue tied or embarrassed or insufficient to thoughtful conversation?
The book which sits for everyone to see and no one reads says the word is god. The word. What we speak, our language is holy, sacred, what we use to connect our minds, our hearts, our souls, in speech, in thought with what ties us to one another and our Source, our highest and best. Thoughtful consideration, who stole it or did we give it away?
Did I think, I scribed one day, that people would clean up their thinking if they believed that heaven would find their views worthy of consideration?
I ask, would it be worth the work? 24/7? To find it the elixir of life? Would you?