When sick to the bone with heartbreak for the world
Let us be the medicine .
When the pain of such a time is so intense it’s hard to breathe
Let us exhale into a state of surrender
And give all our breath in service to Love.
When all that was, seems to be dying ,
Let us be like the creatures beneath our feet
Eating the decay of Life’s infinite cycling
Then alchemising it’s deadness into nourishment
For the work of new beginnings .
Let us be the medicine ,
The antidote to the disease which is terror of ending.
Kmowing this is not ending ,
It is transformation .
Though we strived for it , we were never promised comfort here
We were wordlessly promised a purpose , a role in creation ,
A way to find out
Just how magnificent, as cells of our Creator we are ,
The candle cannot know its own flame if it never leaves the sun.
Only in darkness does it discover just how bright it shines.
Only in sickness is the elixir within called upon.
When the medicine without becomes poisonous
Let the medicine within pour from our hearts
Let us suspend our plans, our ideas of how it should have been or should be now
And become medicine men and women in surrender and service to the One that will heal all.