Poem by Shiloh Sophia
Falling in love with the world
my sisters my brothers
and all my in betweens
let’s fall in love
again again and again
this place we live
this very earth is
our home, our paradise
our mothership extraordinaire!
flirt with the beauty
summon the sensuality
invite the splendor to dance
give praise to every mountain
let us see what there is
not only what it is not
let us see who there is
not point at who we are not
there are policies, treaties, rights,
justices gone awry, translations
polls, votes, sides and traditions
cultures, cults and curiosities
and all the while….
there has to be days,
entire long sun-filled blazing days
thunder pounding heart pounding
rain coming days of beauty blessed
there has to be days
days of laying in grass in rest
resting on hillsides in sunshine
spaces where sabbath takes us
makes love to us in slowness
naked slow dance at pink dawn
nurture moonlight with parted lips
pause to praise the darkness
lift your breast to praise the light
every creature, every plant, every bird,
the rock, the tree, every spirit is our sibling
our ancestor, our descendant, our love
this is how we save what matters
how we smile into adversity
how our renegade spirit finds delight
how we fall in love with the world
and all the while…
there are days for naming,
days for blaming and even
days we feel ashamed of being
but… more days are made for loving
more days are made for loving
than we ever imagined could be
all that is required is your presence,
your devoted company
pull up a chair
set down your weary bags
take off the shoes of gravity
listen to the wind in trees
falling in love with the world
happens in a second,
it could be this one for you,
this very second can be your union
if we do not fall in love with the world again
the lights will go out
the fights will shout
the doubt will destroy our knowing
and all the while….
fall in love with your craft
pull out your colors and songs
reset your altar and devotions
embrace the impossible beauty of this
know what you know
love what you love
stop withholding your glory
show us who you are
show us who you are
we need you, I need you
this world has need of your company
pull up a chair, I will meet you there
falling in love with the world
is not only for mystics, for the gifted
this is for you, for me,
for every being, every river, every wind
lay your head upon your family
lay your face upon the table of time
lay your burdens at the foot of longing
choose to fall in love with the world
amen.
do you hear me?
~ Shiloh Sophia
For the Red Thread Guides Class of 2019