Blessings

I know
all too well
that living often seems
to bring nothing
but grief.

Nevertheless
on this extraordinary day
I give thanks,
and thanks, and more thanks 
because somehow
for no reason at all
I have suddenly 
been filled 
with Light. 

Light
from who knows where
or how –
all I know is
Light is in me
IS me
as I am it –
full of joy.

So 
even though the future still looms
with all its heartbreaking 
life-shattering probabilities
still
despite all rationality
today I am happy.

This morning when I awoke
legions of crows
made me smile
flying in volleys past my window 
on their way to fulfill 
the urgent need for crows
everywhere.

And I was glad
performing my 
morning ablutions
imbibing my pills and potions
kissing my love
sending him out the door
with blessings,
and watching the day 
begin to unfold
its million possibilities…

How can this be,
such joy 
in a world of calamity?
I think it is just
that I live surrounded by royalty – 
all my friends and family, 
and everyone I meet
are kings and queens, joyous beings 
full of such dignity
and pure goodness 
that it makes me weep. 

You and I and they,
we share all things.
We are the Light, 
the Life, 
the Meaning of the Universe. 
How can I stop giving thanks
and blessing everyone 
and everything?

This thing of blessing – 
some recoil at the word
believing it reveals 
allegiance to a certain sect
they see as evil
or at least embarrassing –
but I say the act of blessing
has nothing to do
with dead institutions
but is simply
the most natural response 
to being alive. 

Everyone I meet
and everything I see 
deserves a blessing, 
needs a blessing, 
and blesses me, 
who also deserve 
and need 
all the blessings
I can get. 

A blessing is protection, 
is joy, 
is caring, 
is recognition, 
is bottomless, endless gratitude. 

May this joy of blessing 
flood outward from our hearts, 
washing clean the Earth, 
radiating out beyond the farthest star, 
filling all the Universe
with Light.

Blessed Be All Things
in this and every Time and Space.
Blessed Be all that is,
has been, and is to be
Blessed be We
the Human Family.
Blessed Be. 
Blessed Be.
Blessed Be.

 

Blessings
Trudi Lee Richards

Trudi Lee Richards

Trudi Lee Richards, a poetic and musical member of the Universal Human Nation, is the author of On Wings of Intent, a biography of Silo; Soft Brushes with Death, a Jorge Espinet Primer; Confessions of Olivia, a fictional autobiography; and Fish Scribbles. She has also co-authored two books: Experiences on the Threshold and Ambrosia - Poetic Recipes/Recetas poeticas. Exactly two of her poems have been published by anyone other than her less-than-modest self: “The Great 21st Century Poemic" appeared in the April 2021 edition of Global Poemic (globalpoemic.wordpress.com); and "Fairies of the Forest" appeared in the Palo Alto Times "Youth Said It" column in 1957. In the '90s she also wrote for, edited and published an independent San Francisco newspaper, Human Future; and in the '70s she co-founded the San Francisco arts publication La Mamelle, which morphed into Art Com before it died, and whose remnants are now housed in the Stanford Archives. A graduate of Stanford University, she helped raise several humans from infancy, and is now enjoying their friendship. Currently she tends to wander between Oregon and California, enjoying the company of her beloved community of friends and family. She can more or less reliably be found at the west coast Park of Study and Reflection, outside Red Bluff in Northern California, on the third Saturday of every month.