Penguin

Something great happened today

and it was phenomenal in every way.

I did a Soul Glyphs drawing for myself

because it came to me to no longer leave that gift on a shelf

but bring it out so that others might feel

its healing powers, and know they are real.

And what happened from that moment to now

was an experience of such magnitude I’m in awe at how

God/the Universe works when we are ready to see

and how all doors open that previously closed seemed to be.

I knew that a Soul Glyphs drawing always has healing energy within

and I knew I must honor that and just begin

to make the drawings available for whoever is ready

to know themselves from a place not heady

and who wants to heal all that gets in the way

so that the false sense of separation is cleared without delay.

In the process of offering this gift

I, myself, had a monumental shift

as in my own drawing a penguin I saw

and knew there was something important on which to gnaw.

As I searched the internet for the metaphysical meaning, what came

was a story of a young child whose nickname was the same.

But that child is no longer on this earth

having transitioned only a few years after his birth.

And on a blog his mother had written the meaning

of the penguin and as I read, tears were streaming,

for you see, penguins teach how to embrace

all realms of life, and all of the human race.

And the black and the white teach merging of the hidden with the known

and balancing the dark with the light, and not throw a stone.

And what I knew in every cell of my being

is that I am willing no longer to live my life seeing

a separation, a duality, of evil and good

because in that moment I felt I could

understand that it is all the same

and when I set about assigning blame

I am actually dividing myself against me

because I contain both equally.

I’ve been struggling with this thing of evil for many a day

and couldn’t quite understand why such irritation I did display

at the bombardment of negativity coming my way.

But now I know it was simply preparing me for the time

when I would understand and write this rhyme.

 5/18/2012 © Carolyn Sommers