A poem by Emily Rebecca Tool, read aloud yesterday during shavasana by my kung fu-trained, chicken-raising, mama-of-two yoga teacher Amy Rubidge in Sooke, B.C. It somehow captures my Mirrors experience in particular and life's mysteries at large ...
"Go deeply and remember
the web of creation
that holds us all in fluctuating harmony
Breathe in and taste the sunlight
which warms the twists and forks of your veins,
your blood made up of stones sunk within the earth
which grew the grains you feast upon
these things your infinite essence
the arched grey branches,
skin rough and leathered
upon fruit trees that drop their children down
to nourish your flesh with sweet devotion...
Stretch, and know you are everything
becoming more open with each breath
for you are the laughter of your friends
the tears of your enemy,
the courage of your ancestors,
the sweat of those you've worked beside
intermingled
all the scents and smells of every room
and every meadow you've ever stood inside in all your lives
Every place where you've exchanged smiles with something
one moment as every moment
holds the force of ancient filaments
weaving light through and in and out your soul
as oceans of time take tide below the moon
These cycles too are you
never separating from the special tones your voice explores
uniqueness
the gift of your parents and grandparents
and great grandparents,
their love the color of your eyes
and then behind their veils the blackness sings
your crystal sight beginning to rainbow out
into geometric spiraled fibers
supporting, flexing, holding, tensing,
being, breaking, becoming.
We are this web of ancientness and love divined
breathing in and out we release
knowing the power and beauty that is constantly in us,
out of us, and around us."
Emily Rebecca Tool 2004
