Dear Hearts,
Want to hear something magical? Director, composer and playwright Jim Wilson recorded the sound of crickets, then slowed down the recording, revealing something amazing. The crickets are an angelic choir of divine harmonies. Though it sounds like human voices, everything you hear is purely cricket. It made me wonder what it would be like if we all slowed down, if we joined together in listening to our unified Song, our whole creative masterpiece. Can you imagine that? Let the crickets be witness to what is possible as we imagine Reality on earth.
Here’s the link ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP6JGlv32nw
We meet tonight at St. Michael’s Church, 112 Randolph Ave. Milton at 7:30. I will share my recent
Birthday Contemplation. Jess encourages our HOLY IMAGINATION.
Grateful for your part in the song of salvation!
all love,
marybeth
www.foundationofopenhearts.com
August 19, 2019 Birthday Contemplation MaryBeth Scalice
Begin by imagining… What is salvation?
Imagine
even when you sit
in the smelly outhouse,
a lone and leggy spider
your only companion.
Imagine
even when the aorta
is more blocked than not
and your juices trickle
through plaque plagued pipes.
The outhouse is a throne
for queens of inner kingdoms;
the heart, an unending Amazon,
plumbing for inspiration.
What if the acorn
refused to fulfill its destiny?
A giant encased
in smallness forever…
What if the fledgling
refused to leave the nest?
A Dove playing pigeon,
it dreams of Birdlessness.
Imagine your destiny.
Trust your womb.
Feel your strength,
not the iron-pumping,
body-building-bravado of force,
but the nuance,
the subtle power of inner musculature
that moves past the
weight of the world
designing the shape of lifetimes,
expanding thoughts pulled taunt.
Imagine your destiny.
Trust you are potential.
You are the mind of Mind!
Yesterday a prune faced woman
stepped off a curb in South Boston.
I don’t think she gave the traffic a glance.
But her power stopped rush hour.
Her Life gave pause
to the cause of all that chaos.
There are deeper powers,
and presence and precognitions.
There are vivid waking visions
just beyond your eyes,
within your reach,
within your Mind.
Tear the veil.
Behold the loveliness,
the earth reborn,
the nights all dawns
of sun-rapt innocence.
Dreams of fear fizzle
in the heart of the dervish,
who spins human into Being,
in the vortex of creation.
Imagine
if the crickets together
create such heavenly hymn,
what might a thousand lips
parted in unison,
sing into existence?
Sing!
Imagine
your life such a song.
Sing!
What do you suppose
this moment is for?
What might it be?
Imagine Salvation.