Love is Rising

 

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay

“The energy rises as we move closer to the New Year. The moon is a silvery sliver with Venus as its companion. All is aligned. Love is rising as we step up to the threshold of 2020. Are you ready?”

I wrote those words in December of last year. I don’t think we were quite ready for what met us on the other side of the New Year.

And yet many of us have met it with love. Love was rising and is still rising ever stronger. Maybe we needed this experience to discover just how powerful love is, to let it rise within us.

All is forming in the invisible realm,

in the fertile ground of imagination.

We are living through a second winter

bearing the long cold, but soon

like flowers in spring, we will rise

for this endless becoming is our nature.

Though we feel the pain, the fear,

we know this is not forever.

Every year is new. Every day, every moment

we have the opportunity to begin again

like flowers in spring, we will rise

for this endless becoming is our nature.

Love is rising. It is the rose blooming

at the center of our being.

As it unfurls, the fragrance of Life will inspire

us to give what is ours to give

like flowers in spring, we will rise

for this endless becoming is our nature.

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott


Below is the music that helped me write this piece.

In the Garden

Photo by Charles Elliott

I watch you putter in your “Garden of Earthly Delights”

and feel grateful. Feel the years of emotion move

through me like the breeze moves through your

field of poppies, orange petals fluttering like

butterfly wings. Feel grounded like the

milkweed you grew from seed, strong

ready to feed caterpillars, ready to grow

back for more butterfly eggs. So many

growing things you nurture. So many

lives you help unfold as they were

meant to unfold.

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott

And then the Singing

First an ego, and then pain, and then the singing.

~ From Faint Music by Robert Hass

Ego

It towers over the landscape.

Casting its shadow even in darkness,

blocks all reason, leaves only fear.

Pain

It ripples through us until we

can’t breathe. Everything, said

Siddhartha, is burning, burning.

Singing

First the rise of the chest,

clear and sure. Then relief,

and then the singing.

©2020 Joanne Young Elliott