This Ochre Ribbon
A mystery to me-
how did this ochre ribbon
come to rest upon my bed
when the sight on a site
of an ochre-robed monk
awakened memories
that lay sleeping peacefully
in my humble heart and head?
Where did it come from,
this ribbon tied at both ends
with ‘tales’ both short and long?
Long ago and far away,
we sat in reverent silence,
my ochre-robed Brothers and me,
our lives peaceful and serene,
disciplined, joyful simply to be
aware in the oneness of Life,
alive in the Light flowing free.
I recall the quiet contemplations,
the mystical prayers, the vibrations
of chants, the silent meditations.
This Now Version of me,
an old woman, a more worldly life,
still goes within now and then
but far less than when
I wore those ochre robes.
What have I learned/remembered
this Now Time around?
I am no victim ever
of this or any destiny.
I create and co-create it all-
every rise and fall and rise again…
I use the Wheel of Life
to Experience, to Evolve as I Revolve.
I choose it all, Ever Free
to stay Being in Perfect Oneness
or Forget my Self, then
venture forth and journey
through Wonders, Worlds, Adventures
Becoming even as this humble Human,
this Now Version, me
now holding this ochre ribbon,
a memory and mystery.
December 21, 2022
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria BC
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