Halving; Halving Not

Category: Eve Moore Friday, 20 March 2020 Written by Eve Moore Views: 1054

Halving; Halving Not

“The wound is the place 

where the light enters you.”

—Rumi

 

It is through imbalance 

that we learn 

balance. 

 

The subtle shifts, 

the nuances, the fluid dynamic 

of it, for it is not 

a steady 

state. 

 

It is continually adjusting 

its weight on a tightrope, 

its oppositional parts 

counteracting round

its center of gravity

pulling, pulling

down, down.

 

The wee babe

must feel its weight,

trust its weight, before

it can lift up on its 

own two feet

without

falling.

 

A separation, this

symmetrical pairing,

feet, lungs, hemispheres

of brain and being that

by design want— 

need—to merge, 

to coordinate,

integrate, 

to unify

in sync.

 

To achieve

motion: equilibrium.

And its complement,

momentum.

 

If there is no weight,

there is nothing to balance.

Balance comes into play only

when the weight seeks 

to move.

 

Otherwise, it just sits where it is.

Unmovable. Which is counter to

life on a continually moving,

endlessly evolving planet

spinning through the

infinite space of 

multiversed

universes.

 

There is no 

coincidence.

 

In this moment

of global rebalance,

mother earth chose the 

equinox to bring us into a

redressing of consciousness

writ large enough for all 

of us to see, feel, grasp, 

to choose—hopefully. 

 

It is the opportunity

baked into this 

strange and 

widespread

manna.

 

A gift

apportioned

in equaling measure

to the east and west,

from north to south.

A gift wrapped, to

be sure, in very

complicated

packaging.

 

So like the crystal born

inside its rocky geodic egg,

nested in the depths 

of the earth.

 

There is no box.

Not any more. This 

is an indelible part of

the gift we are being

given: the vast capacity 

to heal ourselves from

within our unlimited

power, not from

without.

 

For there is a considerable 

amount of string lashing it 

all together, this gift.

And we have the

tools deep 

inside to

undo its 

binds.

 

This is the cure.

Undoing what

is done.

 

Becoming

our own better,

our own best,

for ourselves

and each

other by 

letting what 

has not been

better or best 

for each and

all of us

—go.

 

It is a total 

systems reset

in its infancy.

A clear 20/20

refocusing

of what

matters.

 

Heart over 

mind over

matter.

 

The material

world has been

the place we have lived.

The world of spirit

invite us to live

differently

now.

 

A 

part, 

not

apart.

 

There is safety

in number, despite

social distancing.

We are social 

creatures who

are made to

inneract.

 

We are, in fact,

all created separate

and equal, in this interdynamic 

way, like the hemispheres

of our mother earth, like

this start of her most

temperate seasons 

— half day and 

half night.

 

It is not all dark;

it is light, too.

Just like us.

 

Formed in balance

—male and female, 

innocent and wise,

human and divine—

to coexist naturally.

Harmoniously.

Peaceably.

 

Wholly,

inside

out. 

 

This is 

the key to

being well:

being a part, 

together.

 

It is morning.

The soft spring

rain knows 

its drops, 

each

one.

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Photo credit: Eve Moore

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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well. 

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix

This poem was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.

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