Beautiful D.H. Lawrence Poem

‘…a movement from within, urging you to
leave the safety of the known.

It is a deep and organic process,
very much like when the seed, contained, perfect in itself,
is moved from within by an unstoppable yearning
to taste itself in all its expressions.

The treasure that was hidden within it
is risking everything it knows
just to dance tango with the winds,
lose itself in wet french-kissing with the rain.
Just to for once be fully seen by the sun, the hottest lover in the world.’

~D.H. Lawrence

Beautiful featured image with kind permission from Aisling Kelledia – https://m.flickr.com/#/photos/kelledia/

And the full version:

 

Sister of Truth, something beautiful is calling you
a movement from within, urging you to
leave the safety of the known.
It is a deep and organic process,
very much like when the seed, contained, perfect in itself,
is moved from within by an unstoppable yearning
to taste itself in all its expressions.

The treasure that was hidden within it
is risking everything it knows
just to 
dance tango with the winds,
lose itself in wet french-kissing with the rain.
Just to for once be fully
seen by the sun, the hottest lover in the world.

A few moments,
(maybe two, or four, or a thousand, hey, maybe even a million moments and more!)
immersed in it all
… and then death.

Unavoidable.
Shivering in the holy vulnerability
of flaunting its naked “here-I-am-ness” to the world,
it knows that it is, at last, filling its place in the totality of all things.

Each moment, not always pleasant,
yet a hundred percent fulfilled.
When a seed is dormant underground,
it can sometimes feel as if nothing is happening,
yet an important, and a deeply feminine process is taking place.

Brave sister, 
you cannot push the seed of your soul
to sprout before it is time, 
if you do
it will grow up pale, with weak roots.
Remember that a caterpillar sheds its skin again and again
to be strong enough for the beauty that awaits.

It sometimes takes time, 
and yes,
there are times when the growing pains 
make you want to
cancel the whole damn human experience.

But from deep below it is emerging,
Her divine pressure,
a cracking of the surface
of the outgrown ideas 
of who you have taken yourself to be.
And you know that it is time,
for something beautiful.

Go down to your deep old heart,
and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me,
the me whom you turbulently loved.

Let us lose sight of ourselves,
and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives
is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.

~ D.H. Lawrence

Beautiful featured image with kind permission from Aisling Kelledia – https://m.flickr.com/#/photos/kelledia/

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