Author: Jill Broscious

We each are given treasure
But we must undertake the hunt
There is no map to guide the way

Scattered to the four winds
I dug the deepest holes
Fell into many pitfalls
Followed dead-end roads
Wandered in the desert for years

But one day, the miracle arrived
A priceless gift was found
This treasure awaits us all
In the Labyrinth of Life
The moment we stumble upon the secret path

Our soul, more precious than gold,
Shining in all her glory
Pure, radiant, innocent, and free

You will not find it
Out There
Look all you want
Strive if you must
Nothing 
Out There
Will quench your thirst

Don’t go off somewhere else
Seeking what only lies within
Cling to your sole lifeline
Plunge the depths of you
Everything 
In There
Will feed your hunger

Don’t go looking somewhere else
You are the only safe place to be

       I peer through the window
       Infinite glittering sparkles
       Pierce the dark night

       The full moon radiates
       Her gaze upon my face
       Illuminating a faded memory 

        We have met before

        Soft, gentle light beams
        Shoot arrows through my heart
        A vital message she wants to impart

        I see you

        Her cheeky wink and gleeful grin
        Urge me to forget the eons that have passed
        To remember instead

        Together, at last

Prompted by a writing exercise this morning using 3 key words: underneath, current, and burning. The prompt was to begin: "I Speak for...."

THE DEEP

I speak for
What dwells underneath
Surface waves of chatter

Yearning, burning
To dive below the noise
And swim the current of stillness

To merge with the waters
of mercy and love
Forever coursing through our veins

I speak for
Those whose words are lost
Voices silenced long ago

I speak, I shriek
Guide us back
To the womb of The Deep

Cracks in the concrete
Refuse to be hidden from the Light
What is tamped down
Cannot forever be suppressed

Open, open, open to the Light
And blossom
As the beautiful flower you are

Cracks in the pavement
Are a doorway to beauty
And Light will find you always,
Wherever you are

Hard slabs of pavement
Oppress the Earth
But She will not be silenced
She will break through the darkness
Into the Light
Where She rightfully belongs

Arms reach out
In thanks
Glorifying Her Maker
She seeks only the Sun
And knows she is One
With all that is

Even the mightiest stones
Striving to quell her radiance
Will not prevail against the Light

Dangling mid-air
Tenaciously clinging to a fraying lifeline
Helplessly watching
Each strand slowly give way

It won’t be long now

The rope is going to snap
I know this
Yet, I clutch all the tighter
Denying the inevitable

Nightmares engulf me
Fear strangles my breath
It’s coming, that terrifying plummet
Into a fathomless abyss.

It’s happening….

Startled, I land softly
On firm ground rising to greet me
Mere inches from my swinging feet
Perplexed, I wonder

Why was I so afraid?

Witness

Unblinking
Unwavering
The Eye of Horus
Observes it all 

Looks deeper
Sees clearer
Penetrates the hidden
Releases the light

Dispels illusions
Repairs distortions

The Eye of Truth
Illumines
Darkness cannot endure
Its steady gaze

Soul Essence

Wise and Innocent
She pours forth
Everlasting love and joy
Always at play
In the mystical realm
Chasing the flight
of Melody’s wings
Soaring with Song
In her celestial home

My sister and I started a new project called “soul collage.” The idea is to make a collage using images from photos, magazines, the internet, etc. Images are chosen intuitively, with the intention to mirror our unique perspective of the concept we are working with. The first idea we chose to explore is: “Source.” This card reflects our conception of God, spirit, all that is. The source of creation itself. I also wrote a poem to describe the card’s meaning for me:

Source
The deep is murky
An unknowable mystery

Its unconscious rumblings
Roam the black waters

Until lightning strikes
Creation’s spark ignites

The dark womb
Attracts the Light

Form emerges
Whole and complete

Orbs spin
Tides rise and fall

Eternity
Is our Home

So, another project Jeanne and I did together a few weeks ago was to write a story using several randomly selected tarot cards. It should be no surprise to anyone that despite working with identical images, our stories were wildly different! My story was written as a fable, reflecting an archetypal aspect of human existence. It was not my conscious intention to take this particular tack, but the images led my imagination down this road.

He doesn’t notice the barren, lonely landscape engulfing him. The spiritual lure is all that commands his attention. Distant mountains are a peripheral distraction. Sure, there are hills yet to climb. Perhaps there will be struggle. Perhaps exciting opportunity awaits. It matters not. Imagination’s feather takes flight into a sky that has no limit. He is eager to spread his wings.

Who will be his companions on the trek? Who will be his foes? How will he navigate the ascent, and can he avoid falling from the precipice? Many unknowns remain unknowable until he begins.

Our hero claims his path. Determined, laser focused, clear-sighted. His sole/soul calling is the preciously held flame of inspiration, his divining rod. This is all he needs.

Ahh… the inevitable arises. Temptation to fear. Best to sit still, unmoved, self-protective. A niggling voice admonishes: Do not take any risks. Infused by this formidable adversary, he is seduced by the world’s creature comforts. Financial stability, social connection, predictability, feeling safe. Isn’t it right to be practical? Why venture into the desert where privation may… probably will … pounce?

Terror occludes his heart.

Despite trepidation, he steps his toes into the river of life, immersing in its flow. The water wheel whirrs and churns. Fate is in charge now. On the downward slide he endures the sting of serpents’ tongues and battles underworld demons wreaking havoc. Thankfully, he is guided by the gods, too, and on the upswing enjoys times of ease and success. Rarely does he find rest, though. Our weary traveler knows intuitively that peace abides in the still point, the axis of the circle. If only he can get there, he will ride the Ferris Wheel with grace and poise, notwithstanding countless revolutions.

After a lifetime of trials and tempests, balance is restored to our hero as divine blessing. He discovers his life was well lived all along. Triumphant, he is crowned with glory, having mastered the mercurial slings and arrows of fortune and misfortune. His calling is fulfilled. His joy is real. His passion an enduring fire. Equanimity presides.

Moral of the Story: The hero’s journey cannot be undertaken by tremulous hearts. But, courageous pilgrims, be comforted. Victory is assured.