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(c) Cat Charissage, 2015

Listening for the Red Thread

Rest into the quiet, dear one.

Listen for the Red Thread.

 

You want to respond to the aches around you,

to the pain so visible to your x-ray eyes.

You want to share the wisdom pieces you’ve saved

sweeping up after so many messes.

You see so much . . .

Yet you ache, too.

You’re tired, so tired, too.

 

Rest into the quiet, dear one.

Listen for the Red Thread.

 

Mysteries within have moved mountains of intentions,

changed plans again, and yet again.

You can’t do it all, dear one,

not even just what you really want to do

not even just what you think you’re called to do.

But you still move forward, slowly,

15 minutes now, then again, and yet again.

 

Rest into the quiet, dear one.

Listen for the Red Thread.

 

Don’t push, you’re not lazy;

no dynamite needed here.

Cherish self, your inner circle of all,

where you have most influence

even within mysteries of unexpecteds.

Enough sleep, good food, these can be chosen

today, and another today, and yet another today..

 

Rest into the quiet, dear one.

Listen for the Red Thread.

 

Remember the golden heart, dear one, where

Love protects your aliveness.

Follow the Red Thread to its center

and intuition will show what’s next.

Your x-ray eyes might see the Red Thread’s tangles

But only your piece is your piece to hold.

Your piece is your peace, in quiet,

in contemplation you’ll know the

compassion to cherish self,

your own center of it all.

 

Rest into the quiet, dear one.

Listen for the Red Thread.

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