Guest post by Bonnie Lamont Rose: ‘the unbearable lightness of being’

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This is a guest post from Bonnie Lamont Rose. Bonnie lives in Bend Oregon. Her life has been about seeking what’s true and real in a world that insists on remaining a mystery. This search for her is a continual process of pealing away layers from the onion we call ego and has included periods of beating herself up, then finding peace, and then starting all over again in, thus far, endless cycles! Ultimately she finds truth revealed in loving the ugly, the beautiful, and the hard to take suffering of the world.

Bonnie’s second guest post poem is ‘To LOVE, Manifest’.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

by Bonnie LaMont Rose

I ask you, heart to heart, my dear friend,

Is it possible…, for you, for me,

really possible, to live for long in the intense beauty

that is the truth of each moment?

Can this delicate, pulsing, mass of energy

we call the human heart survive,

bathed in such brilliance, such love?

Surely this fragile instrument

has no choice but to crack wide open,

flaming into a million pieces, a shower of tiny sparks,

if left exposed, continually, to such unrelenting love.

And, just between you and me, my dear,

wouldn’t we all be safer moving away from the flame?

Disengaging, disregarding,…any clever defense,

to escape the awful truth of our own perfection?

I’ve tried, you know…tried to be…, here, now,

…tried time and time again…

I’ve even consciously pulled away those protective layers,

disregarding the voices inside screaming ‘NO!’,

Pulled my very ribcage wide open,

exposing this mass of terrified beating muscle

to the truth of what is!

I’ve even managed to hold there long enough

to touch the shear agony and ecstasy

enthroned in the kingdom of now.

Well, my friend, just this very act

of touching infinity’s outstretched hand

long enough to glimpse the intertwining

of beauty, pain and suffering,

of love, without beginning or end,

well…, that was enough to keep me running a lifetime!

And yet, here I stand, once again, in the void,

saying to you, my dear friend,

keep on running while you still can!

Run, …before that precious vessel,

your own beautiful bowl of a heart,

finds itself, like mine, out of comfortable futures in which to hide.

Finds itself torn wide open, unbounded and bloodied,

facing the inevitable truth of its very own existence,

unable, finally, to escape the awesome truth

of its own unbearable light.

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