The Lake's Gift

A Writing by the Lake

The Lake flows unimpeded, rippling, perpetually moving with the breeze.  Each wave never gaining on the one in front - and who is to say which one is in front? That relies entirely on one perspective at the time.  Where is the lake going - bound on all sides by shores and grounded by sand and stone?  Is it not like ones body and soul?  Quieter at times than others, but always moving with unconscious rhythm - yet bound by the tissue and out skin, even more than this, one feels the magnetic charge emitted by this restless body of water - a soul all its own reflects to the "seers" eyes - a soul of astounding beauty - profound, ancient and forever!  So like to man the energies that flow within the deep well of a "font" and special consciousness to be tapped by every seeker.  Would that we use ourselves like the lake, sure, receptive, responsive, going with the current, yet not a blind follower.  Even the Lake has its reasons.  We need to seek the balance and unity - the many songs the Lake sings, and has sung over the centuries.

If we could sing its song and know the ecstasy of its aliveness, we too can become as whole and as God like.

 

7/2/1981 - from Judy Barta's Rangeley Maine Poetry Selections 1920-2009