An Invitation to Play

poem | 350 words — a message to the one who is trying to find her direction

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AN INVITATION TO PLAY

by Maja Apolonia Rodé 

A message to the one who is trying

to find her direction:

Dear One,

You can be done. 

Do you want to 

keep going, 

to keep trying,

to keep chasing tiny

fragments of self-ideas

and fleeting glimpses of a

more beautiful world?

Know this:

There is a universe

already whole

and waiting

right here

for you

now.

Those fragments are bits of sand

from the castle you built

when you needed the 

shelter of this

town.

Because of this shelter

we made it here

alive in this

moment

now.

Thank you.

Now, I beseech you:

Be not afraid of what

life will become

without your

trying.

Your castle by the sea has stood its day.

The tide is now coming in

and clearing away,

grain by grain,

the evidence

of your love’s labor.

With each wave of real presence 

your fine and fragile mansion of meaning

is starting to look more and more

like the original shoreline

of wonder — 

the new and ancient ground

upon which we all walk

between the waters

of the unmanifest

and the world

of what is

made.

Still,

there is something of your making

that cannot be washed away

by these waters. 

You thought you were building a castle.

You thought you were just

trying to get along

and belong. 

But what you were really doing

was making a magnificently

musical instrument of

perception and

creation.

The falling

of your castle walls

is Life’s invitation for you to join

the One World Orchestra,

the living breathing

Band of Light,

and play

your part 

in evolution’s 

unscripted song.

We have no conductor Here,

no guru or God 

to follow.

We feel and hear with our nature-bodies

the rhythms, melodies, and keys

of the One Jazz playing.

At the same 

time 

we play our notes 

and listen with precision 

to how they sound

in the mix.

Listen.

Life is calling you to join in

Beauty’s collaboration.

It

is

time

to place

your instrument

with reverence and care

at the feet of your own 

holy Presence. 

Now,

be that Presence,

pick yourself up, 

and play.

❤ 2020 | Maja Apolonia Rodé

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