Behold (poetry and painting from Tuscany)

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Walk to the edge of yourself
See a door you have never seen before.
Don’t knock.
Don’t ask if anyone is home.
Just behold: Access.
Then without further consideration,
Dive in.
Once inside ask:
Who lives in here?
If it is silent,
Enjoy the strange break from all the voices,
for once they may not know what to say.
If it is filled with suggestions and tirades
kindly ask again.
Who lives in here?
(This is sacred space.)
It isn’t about the answer of course.
This is about what happens in the act
of asking in earnest, about the real you.
Something not enough of us really do.
Your cooling sack of stardust is inhabited
but by who?
Not knowing what to do
or who to be next
is something we all experience.
Sometimes revelation visits this space.
Pay attention when that happens.
The important thing to know is:
There are many doorways
and you have access.
Go on in.
walk to the edge of yourself
See a door you have never seen before.
Dive in. Behold, and ask
Who lives in here?

Tuscany, June 2016

Dear One,

‘Who lives in here’ is a sentence inspired by my teacher, Sue Hoya Sellars, she always asked us to ask, and included this inquiry in her art – and the phrase cooling sacks of stardust is also her direct quote about identity. I continue to learn from her as the time goes on.

This poem started yesterday morning, then completed this morning here in the beauty of Tuscany. I cannot help but wonder how the world would be different, how we would be different as a people and a world, if we did ask, more about ourselves, and were safe enough to do the actual work of discovery. May we make it more safe for ourselves to do the deep work, and as safe as we feel we can make it for others.

This little watercolor painting called Uncoiling is about the stories held within the body of being I am exploring on my journey here.

With a sunkist thread of morning in the Red Thread Cafe,

Shiloh Sophia