To meet Maren Springsteen is to meet pure love ... as it starts blooming into its infinite creative potential.
The poem below, "Spun Gold," was published in our Friends of the Heart January Issue.
The Friends of the Heart March Issue is posted at www.KatieDavis,org/FriendsoftheHeart.html
In-Joy! ~ Katie Davis
SPUN GOLD by Maren Springsteen
A house divided in itself cannot stand.
I felt the Truth, yet spoke of illusion,
falling back into dream,
pretending I could be suggested to of ‘otherness,’
when all along
Spun Gold’s Immanence
functions flawlessly.
Perfection never challenges itself,
so why would I?
By listening to the serpent,
I veiled myself in Ignorance,
traded in my Identity for nothingness
that could never become Substance.
STOP to these foolish games played by no-one!
Spun Gold it was all along,
all of it, this body, mistaken as an obstacle to Peace,
these politics, countries, people, weather, food,
oh, how many times did the serpent’s whisper appear as
these innocent images
that yearn to be truly recognized again,
longing to serve only THAT
that they, too, can’t but BE.
Faint memories of being the Master weaver reappear.
Fierce, loyal, strong and fearless do I stand Alone-Once.
Gently, tenderly allowing All to be Itself again.
The shining sea of Spun Gold collapses
and only total Openness remains,
non-definable, ungraspable
Silence.
All Love Eternally ~ Maren
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