Warm Tears

Falling like warm tears,
Your words bless the ground we're stood upon,
Like a warm hand grasped,
You sense the life and truth within,
And all recedes, contracts, withdraws,
Against this endearing declaration,
All egos cower and hunker down,
Like so many warm tears falling,
On the fires of this Earth,

Pick up this torch my friend,
For the next leg of the journey is yours,
And no one else has this route etched in their hearts,
Take courage from those who have gone before,
Take hope from those who will come,
On balance this was your choice,
And the many doors have closed behind,
On balance this was your calling,
And the many faces turn your way,
Like many warm tears falling,
Let your heart flood with joy,
Like many warm tears falling,
Drown out the craven world,
And as you step gingerly into your full, holy self,
Will we all bask in your radiance,
Will we all be halfway there.

(This poem was written following a coffee in Starbucks with a fellow coach. One of those conversations that creates a connection and stirs your feelings. Reminds you of a shared sense of purpose. But also reminds you never to judge the path of another. Paths that might converge and diverge in a seemingly random fashion yet reflect an individual choice, conscious or otherwise. As with many of my poems, the metaphor of water and floods and drowning is used to symbolise the rising spirit. In an interview, shortly before his death, Jung said 'What comes next? Aquarius, the Waterpourer, the falling of water from one place to another. And the little fish receiving the water from the pitcher of the Waterpourer....But there is danger in the water, on the banks'. Maybe the 'danger' that Jung was referring to was the risk of an over-reaction, an over-correction? Maybe it was something else? The poem closes with a hint that in finding our own individual fulfilment we inspire others to do the same, despite the apparent paradox of such a self-centred approach.)