Inner Oasis

Inner oasis

It’s the place they guide you to in a meditation. A sanctuary where you can be naked, silent, surrendered. A place in the psyche made up from fragments of memory. –

I have always struggled with these meditations, strained to find a safe place to land and to be. But it’s slowly appearing, my beautiful billabong. –

I know there is water, lilies, eucalypts, the scent of fallen leaves mixed with soil after rain, the glow of lichen and flannel flowers. And there is you, My Beloved, speaking to me through visions of animals. –

Sometimes you are the dingo reminding me what I have survived and how my instincts always lead me to bounties. –

Sometimes you are the cheetah, with your eyes of wisdom and knowing. Eyes that say stop looking at what is around you, it’s the past, feel what is coming, look at the horizon and use my visioning. –

Sometimes you are the morning Currawong, singing to celebrate the new day, to forget the past and love the abundant life of the now. –

I am loving my oasis and the path that leads me here.