They are coming now in robes and rags,
with coral colored ribbons,
gold sashes, and muddy feet.
Some of them have hair the color of straw;
some, the color of wood, and others none at all.
I’ve seen a beautiful woman
who through one glimpse of her eyes
ravished my heart with a Love as old as existence.
I’ve seen a child who gazed straight into me,
and touched my secret Light,
making me feel like I was a god.
On another occasion it was a snow-white seal
rising up in a circle of her elders to gaze at me
with such a lonely, cold love that it shook me forever.
Some of them have skin like a snow-bear;
others like a panther in the night.
Some wear fish-skinned boots;
others slippers made of rose petals and leaves.
One comes as a woman spouting poetry
to birds that twirl around her,
and the listening trees;
another can’t speak at all,
but walks on his knees and weeps.
A third dances in circles of sunlight,
chanting with burnt sage and beating a drum.
A fourth talks with animals
who speak to him their names.
While countless others drift like smoke into dreamers,
coming to inquire of us — in these times
when familiar faces are birthing
inexplicable tyrannies through fear —
do you remember who you really are?
And have you sensed
the need of your Great Soul
to arise into freedom
in this perilous time,
in this time of astonishing change?
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