What If

What if
the song that breaks your heart
is the voice of your Soul?

Stay with me
Don’t Go
I will always love you
Oh, my love, my darling…

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What if
it is the voice of our Soul
calling out in our obsessions and great loves

Like Echo,
finally able to speak to Narcissus,
as he discovers his reflection and says,
”I love you.”

Seeing and feeling longing,
is this how we move towards true incarnation?
United with Soul,
life becomes a delight,
love of others, a natural and Just
experience.

The Sacred is born when the Soul is present,
Spirit and Body together give birth,
give Life
to the Soul.

The Soul embraces all of Life in its fierce, gentle longing, its witnessing.
A reckoning then comes: How to live with so much beauty?

There is an ache in the body when the Soul comes in,
so deep and profound that there can be a loss
of understanding how to live,
how to live a life that has shifted on its axis,
from a Doing that is a Living,
to a Being that is a Becoming.


Dr. Martin Shaw

Dr. Martin Shaw (not to be confused with the British actor) is an artist and writer, dedicated to the return of understanding life mythically. Such good stuff.

His writing is full of wildness, his ideas rich and full of personal possibility for guidance along the path of healing and living our fullest lives. He has several books out now, and just the short videos on his website are inspiring and stirring.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZUV3HSoupA

Sweet Surprise

Sweet Surprise

Find here an invitation: 
an invitation to Spring

be awake!
be asleep.
be in between
but be…

for she awaits the look
on your face, and the sigh
from your mouth, and the
moment you close your eyes
and listen to birdsong
like it’s water.

Let the startle of pink flowers 
be the beat of ancients drums,
hear them sound for you,
calling you home

Surrender, like a flower to a bee —
as nature’s song comes to life
in its true home: your body

Banish words of condescension and derision —
let them fade from memory, these words
that imprison the heart

Instead, like a salmon,
let longing stir you into
a long journey home

Try this:

coddle
pamper
wiggle
spoil
laze….

for maybe the medicine chest 
made just for your soul 
only appears after a long walk 
with no destination,
taken when there were 
dishes to do

Touch your one and only 
body, don’t worry if you find it pleads for rest —
just be glad you decided to listen,
the first solid move in any real love affair.

Be Goldilocks —
find the perfect cup of porridge, 
made just for your starved soul; 
the bed 
thats softness gives meaning to the word; 
the chair 
that finally brings you up to table height

Because you Belong here — yes, you
and we’re all in this together
and haven’t you had enough of fighting?

And because the magic
happens when you least expect it, 
when you’ve forgotten 
that it exists, been convinced
that it isn’t real…

Oh sweet surprise
sweet sweet surprise
sweet sweet surprise of Spring.

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