POEM: Christmas

Solstice, the darkest day
The day all of nature slows down
Many even go into hibernation
Your body wants to slow down
Your mind wants to slow down
Your spirit is asking to take inventory
Yet we hustle and bustle to get ready for made up “holy” days
Yet we miss the rhythm of the great mother
What could be more holy than the change of the rhythms of everything on the planet
Is it time to come together?
Or is it time to go back home?
Your home
The home that is housing you
The limitless you that is having a temporary play of shadows appearing as real form
The biggest gift you can give your loved ones
Is coming home to yourself
As when you are sourced from home
You are pure love
Pure joy
And what bigger gift can you give those that love you than your pure divine joy and love?
As you find your way through confusion and noise the way back home
You illuminate a path in the unseen realms
A path that makes it possible for someone else to find their way home
So we can truly walk each other home
As Ram Das suggests
The home where there is no such thing as family, as family implies that we are separate
Coming home is knowing you aren’t a drop of Divine, you are the Divine that I am and he is and she is and we all are
As when a drop of water is poured into the ocean, can you find where that drop is?
It is the whole ocean
Go back home and meet yourself
So you can fall in love with yourself
You mystical, powerful creator you
Go home and know the whole universe
That’s the holiest gift you can offer us all.