Come with Me

Come with Me February 18, 2013

Read Mark’s weekly reflections on The Huffington Post.

I was on retreat, in deep silence and solitude, when I felt a moment of great aliveness and a sudden want to share that sense. It led to this poem, which I thought was a song for company. It was only upon reading it later that I realized that the voice of the poem was a call from my soul for me to spend more time with it.



I can’t be more in love with life.

And still, your eyes crack me wider.

It’s more than I can stand, if not for

the flower of all time slipping from

my mouth when all words fail. Come

with me to the ledge I’ve found within.

You can see the valley below where the

greatest minds have all been shattered

by love. I am so at peace on that ledge,

halfway between life and death. This

sweetness is like a nail of light that

pins me to the moment we have.

Come, please. I can’t stand

all this wonder by myself.

A Question to Walk With: A month ago, we discussed the notion that everyone has their own genius, their own attendant spirit. What is your attendant spirit, your soul asking of you today?

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