Lions, Sparrows, Doves

Lions, Sparrows, Doves
They know.
Do you?
The truth, tucked deep, down inside?
That running towards the headlines, text books, bachelor degrees, that Masters, those PhDs, the sophisticated language that trips up those lesser than me,
has become our idol.
Reliant on knowledge and in fear of vulnerable Wisdom.
For Wisdom, she knows what is true,
the body, the depths of the heart,
connected to thought
The stuff that can’t be bought.
Here is where we become wildly alive
Like the roar of Lion,
the diaphragm, the vibration, that absorbs Lion’s being, the voice that cannot hide
Totally becoming, speaking, feeling as Lions can only do.

So, too, the sparrow as mischievous and squawky as sparrows are
become their full selves when they hop and dive and poo on unsuspecting cars
They are a sneaky creature, meant to cause us human ones a little harmonious havoc.

But the doves mirror their opposite, with pureness and beauty let loose at weddings as rice rains down,
despite their naïve dumbness
They soar stark against the dreariness of grey skies and reminds us how Wisdom mother is often represented in them.

But I think she is not just Dove but Sparrow and Lion as well.
Reminding us that she is not complete
unless she breathes in them all

Squawking, Roaming, Soaring

Listen little being
to this heartbeat, this movement, and wisdom that doesn’t destroy idols
But transforms them
So that we don’t see idols as something to have or possess
but something to press
against the pulse of this planet, absorbed and infused in her womb, warmed by the wisdom

finally at rest.