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This poem was written after I was shown that I still hadn't fully grasped the concept of the world as our mirror…

That the world is like a huge projector screen, mirroring back to us ourselves and the things we need to learn, the gifts within all circumstances. And that really all events and circumstances are created by our own selves, ultimately to understand ourselves and the universe more deeply.

This concept really helped me realize that although we may understand things intellectually, we continue to evolve layer by layer to an ever- higher state of consciousness.

It also helped me appreciate to be kind to our selves through our 'mistakes' as without them, there would be no catalyst to grow.

Nature’s Nectar

What if we took full responsibility for our own pain?
Without projecting or blaming others, realizing that when we feel betrayed, accused or hurt
It is simply a mirror to look at ourselves - ever deeper
That when we feel judged 
We are really judging ourselves

If we realized that whatever has been 'done' to us
Is there simply as a gift to heal and release that pain
But why is it seemingly so hard to fully integrate some lessons?
We can understand them intellectually, but when they are so deeply carved inside
It’s so much harder to let go

Some of these lessons are not even of this lifetime
But remembered by the soul
A single comment or glance into someone’s eyes
A story of some bygone event etched within the soul

Its purpose to re-ignite that fire - to heal that pain
A gift to us at its deepest core
Although we are conditioned
To only see the surface event
It is only by fully feeling and expressing this pain
Can we hope to release it

Like a rose unfolding its petals with the early morning sun
Drinking in the sweet dew
That has settled on its petals
Daring to bare its centre to the shining sun - the life giver

That although the sun emits a great heat and energy
Provides the growth needed for the rose to blossom
Day after day it blossoms
And the bees enjoy its sweet nectar

The chain reaction of growth and evolution moves swiftly
An interconnected web each giving to the other

The rose won’t blame the bee if it fails to drink its nectar
The bee won’t blame the rose if its nectar isn't sweet
Each is responsible for its link in the chain
The tapestry of life

A symbiotic dance that makes the world flourish
Each understanding and accepting its part
Helping the other with no expectations

If only we as humans could learn to dance this sublime dance
Be responsible for ourselves
Learn to dance together in harmony
To rejoice at the heavenly synergy we create

Just by dancing our own unique dance

Gwen Potts: I live in the UK. I love to read all sort of spiritual articles, poetry and especially anything written from the heart. Poetry has always been a vehicle of expression for me, so they are always written about things I am currently working through.  If you resonate and would like to follow my Facebook page and my Soul Harmonic blog here, please do! It's most encouraging when people read and comment on the poems! I hope they will touch many people and let them know they are not alone in the depth of their feelings, as others are experiencing the same, somewhere out there. You may contact me through my Facebook page here. 

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