The Great Unfolding
As it is, the white crystal snow
Wrapped like a shawl around a great tree
Gives its permission for a time out
And, still in its winter meditations,
Like a great Buddha
Hides the green eruptions
To come
Neither your Excitement and Anticipation
Nor your Fear
Nor need for Power and Control
Nor desperate prayers
Nor impatience
Will change The Unfolding
So, do the only thing you can do
Sing the songs that bring you Joy
Weep the tears that spring from your heart
The price of affection is sorrow
The price of life is death
You did not create the world
Nor did you give life to your body
You are not to blame for feeling what all
Humans must feel if they are really alive
Invisible to you as the breather is to breath
There is the source from which you came
Sustaining you and available
In many forms, as many as you like
At this point, words fall very short
Like squeezing a watermelon through a straw
But you don’t have to be a priest, Sufi, or goddess
To drink from this well
Find a way, Your way
And believe with all your heart
That you are - just the way you are
A Sacred Part of The Unfolding
©John Cooper 2018