Surface Reflections

My contemplation these last months
  has been to witness all that emerges
  from within regarding my failing heart.

Many different emotions have surfaced.
  As children, they clamor for my attention.
  They want to be acknowledged and honored.

They want me to know them, to touch them.
  'Look at me!' they plead. 'Look at me, please!
  I am real.  I have substance.  I am important!'

'Please don't denounce me as unworthy or foul.
  Look upon me and see a reflection of your self.
  Hold me closely. Know my depths and expanse.'

'Experience me as a lover, child, teacher.
  Don't obscure me with the inane chatter
  of your highly-educated, benighted mind.'

'Quiet your mind and witness me, just me.
  Strip away the attachments, the judgments,
  and see me, unadultered, naked, remarkable.'

'I simply am. I exist. I am worthy. I am you.
  I am anger. I am sadness. I am joy. I am you.
  I am concern. I am fear. I am gratitude. I am you.'

'I ask your undivided attention.  I show you me.
  Thankful, reassured, elated when you honor me,
  I return to the eternal resevoir of tranquility in you.'

I want to allow and honor these many emotions
  because they show me who I am in this passing.
  They rise and fall, surge and swell as ocean waves.

And beneath them all, there flows a reservoir,
  deep beyond imagination, expanding to forever,
  of tranquility, the peace that passes understanding.

It is the source of all knowing, all being, all.
  You are its progeny, its beloved, its promise.
  It is the wellspring of hope, grace, compassion.

And, it flows through your being, is of you.
  Tranquil amidst storms raging in your heart.
  Offering sanctuary, serenity, harmony, always.

Allow the emotions, honor them, love them.
  Watch them melt into the reservoir of peace.
  Feel the eternal love that is in you, that is you.