Poetry - The Call

The Call challenges us to discard what we know of ourselves as seen through other people and the world around us, and to delve deep into our own selves to find who we truly are. There is nothing as essential as what we believe ourselves to be, and that it's not necessary to search for meaning in other people and the world's agendas; just be confident of our own distinct gifts, challenges and dreams.

The Call
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have heard it all my life, A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.

Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep. There's no safety in that!

Remember what you are and let this knowing take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing colour the shape of your humanness.

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to. All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching. Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this? Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying. Give it up!

Let yourself be one of the God-mad, faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close, dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.

Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being. When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying. Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.