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Blessings – A Poem by E.S. Nowakowski

Good tidings and blessings come forth for this year.
A year, that we hope may move us beyond fear,

Beyond fear into love and creation’s embrace.
Embracing, not running, there is nothing to chase.

In chasing whatever, our attention is drawn
Drawn into a frame, our freedom is gone.

For gone is the past. The present is now.
Now is the moment we experience “Wow!”

This “Wow” is the feeling that springs from the garden.
The garden that is planted with seeds of pardon.

Pardon the sentence you’ve given yourself.
Your Self is the trophy that rests on the shelf.

A selfish desire dissolves upon knowing.
Knowing Love never left, in fact it’s ongoing.

Ongoing through them and through you and through me.
Meeting in us, or though so it seems.

Seams appear in the fabric of time.
Timeless creation is waiting behind.

Behind you is last year, and hour, and minute
Minute, insignificant, they’re no longer in it.

Knit us together in purpose and presence
Cleansing the lens, joining luminescence.

Illuminating rays so bright and so clear.
Clarify our path as we move through this year.