Go In


Go In


look beyond the knowings of your mind

go in

look at the ancient, timeless truths

drawn on the walls of your soul

don’t let darkness shroud your knowing

go in

it is there that the eyes of your soul will adjust

sit, listen, wait

for the walls will speak

of stories, truths that transcend

man’s need, attempt to control truth


the energies of endless time

generations, lives, civilizations before you

ripples of knowing

as endless as the drops in the ocean

don’t move

let the vibrations of knowing move in you

let it pulse that you may become one

with every reverberation

now move

touch, taste, feel, see

explore the remnants

the artifacts, the truths

touch the stones of sacredness

the voluptuous beauty of her power

left for your knowing

stories inscribed in stains

uncorrupted by the feebleness of man’s tainting

now bathe

bathe in truth

cleansing the lies, beliefs

and crustings of pain

yours, of the times, and lifetimes

adorn, now

the fragrance of all that you are

clothe yourself in the power and majesty

of grace, light, love

but don’t stop there

take the hand of the person next to you

dance for them

celebrate you that they may see

the eternal being that you are

take them to the entrance of their soul

hold the door, invite them to go in

embrace them with hope and courage

invite them to learn the sacredness of who they are

that they too might dance

lastly, resume

delight in you, eternal you

yes, you


© Kristin Kennedy, 2012



A Quiet Meditation: Labyrinth and Cicadas

Diemeniana frenchi, an Australian species
Image via Wikipedia

The other day I met a friend at this little country church on the top of a hill, off a back, windy road.  In the middle of nowhere there is this beautiful labyrinth, well-groomed with pebbles, plants, and little white benches.  I go there some times to meditate and pray.  I thought it would be a lovely place to meet a friend, pray, enjoy the environment… and a little visit…and it was.  The sky was brilliantly blue and tattered with wisps of white clouds.  It was warm in the sun but the breeze at the top of this hill was more than enough to make it feel even a little cool.

We, each, journeyed out on our own to walk and pray.  It was immediately evident that the cicadas were enjoying the day as well – the males bellowed out their chorus at decibels too much for my ears at times…and yet the chatter added to the environment.  We both arrived at the center of the labyrinth and sat in silence for a minute or so.  At one point the cicadas silenced as well, just for a moment, but the absence of their chorus made the silence grander.

I was captivated by the moment because I had just read a section of a beautifully, captivating novel, Ransom, by David Malouf in which he was writing about the cicadas.

“But out here, if you stopped to listen, everything prattled.  It was a prattling world.  Leaves as they tumbled in the breeze.  Water as it went hopping over the stones and turned back on itself and hopped again.  Cicadas that created such a long racketing shrillness, then suddenly cut out, so that you found yourself aware once again
of silence.  Except that it wasn’t silence at all, it was a low, continuous rustling and buzzing and humming, as if each thing’s presence was as much the sound it made as its shape, or the way it had, which was all its own, of moving or being still.”
(p. 126)

I shared with my friend the synchronicity of his words and our experience as we sat in the center of the labyrinth.  I related to her that I didn’t think I ever saw a cicada except for the shells that sometimes are found clinging to a limb or a blade of grass.  She smiled and pointed and there walking onto the cement bulls eye between us was a cicada – how fun.  We had the privilege to marvel over the beauty of the day and to meet, up close, the creators of such a long racketing shrillness.

Integrative thought: Be open to seeing, experiencing, expecting…and…enjoy, notice, and marvel.  You don’t have to go to the top of a hill to a country labyrinth to pray,
make your life a prayer, pray without ceasing, and keep your eyes open…there is
much to see.

[I highly recommend Ransom, by David Malouf.  Malouf is an Australian writer who in Ransom reimagines the pivotal narrative of Homer’s Iliad.  Once into the second chapter, the book was hard to put down.  The gentleness and power of his storytelling is worth a read.]