I trade in the tango of intangibles
Energy, vibration, intention and Love
Those things that no one can put a price on
The stuff that doesn’t count
For those who keep score
Mine is the invisible realm
That connects people
And offers them hope
Of healing, of joy
And another way of living
Mine is the slippery slope
Of inconvenient feelings
The unfortunate ones no one really wants
The ones that take us deep into who we are
When we are raw
Stripped of the niceties
Of a society uncomfortable
With our expressions sadness, grief
Pain or sorrow
Even our giddiness and glee
I trade in matters of the soul, you see
The part of us that speaks
In the dead of night
That whispers the dreaded truth
That the stuff we bought into
All those bright ideas
That allowed us to fit in
And find our place
Are never going to take us where we want to go
They lead us away from who we are
And the whole point of being here
Mine is the realm of the psyche
The spirit, the unconscious becoming known
The passage we are challenged to navigate
From survival
To finally hearing the call
Of the immeasurable Love we are
The Love that reminds us of what matters
The Love that, in the end
Is the only thing that counts
2014 – Jodi Lilly
