When November comes around…
a quiet remembering hovers.
The year is leaning towards the end,
and so much has already lived and breathed
in what we will soon call last year—
even as a brand-new year waits just beyond the bend.
Most of these months can feel like such a blur—
just a steady wave of events,
comings and goings,
the endless, heavy busy-ness of days gone by,
where time simply flows and melts into the next.
Away from the rush, a constant buzz
inhabits the mind,
Unending anxieties
takes residence in the heart,
And the questions of what is to be
clings on tightly to the body
Alas, the busy-ness has become me.
So, before life moves on again,
November arrives like a gentle invitation—
genuine and true—
to step away from the noise,
hearing a call
to return back to the breath.
A quiet whispering prayer arises from within…
You come, you come, O breath of life,
entering my very being,
filling the very depths of my soul.
I hold on to you, not wanting to let go,
As the breath within me flows
a response is heard
as gentle as a whisper can ever go:
“Do you not know by now…
I come as the breath of life,
one with you in every flow.
Becoming a breath of love,
Formed by a part of you in me and me in you,
bringing it back into that eternal light
that keeps on brightly burning for all to see.
That love is not about being contained or pressed down—
love is life ever flowing, growing, expanding.
A dance of presence and absence.
This unfolding, unraveling,
leads to seeing, hearing, and believing:
that all is one, whole.
There never was anything that separates.
Love is… was… and will be.
Now awaken in that reality and live in that mystery.”
