LOTUS OF THE HEART
Living in Love
Prostration... Latin prostraus "thrown down"
After meditation, with the image of this during, arising I prostrate. Head to floor. Resting. Feeling what this feels like, again. This inspires the sense of humbleness; humbleness inspires such apparently insignificant acts, honored by some, disdained by more. This done heartfully, I recognize my little part, largely unnoticed part. I am okay walking on this Earth, and bowing and prostrating, and engaging other small acts of devotion, myself largely unknown, dying hopefully with one hand in mine, enough. I think I need to bow more, to prostrate more, to say "Yes" more, to celebrate my hiddenness and its freedom and pain more. I see, in some small way, I am only a metaphor, one solitary word in a poem without beginning, never ending, where wise ones bow, where courageous beings pray and bow and prostrate and sing, not to please a god or goddess, but out of Love or for no reason at all, at least not one known. Possibly, when we are thrown down enough times, and we know the pain of that, we are prepared for the humbleness to place ourselves down, in some manner literal or no, not in fear, but respect, in reverence, as part of Life..
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Several years past, I was looking at photos. A lovely photo of a woman kneeling in prayerful quiet appeared. The person who posted the photo, I was surprised to read, had a caption, as I recall, "This I Will Never Do." I still reflect, how sad, how sad, she will never know the joy of this such simple act of Love, the bliss of doing apparently useless acts of Devotion.
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*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Brian Kenneth Wilcox ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, bicyclist. Brian lives in North Florida, beside the Santa Fe River.
*Move cursor over photo for title and photographer.