tucked in the heartbeat of every mercado,
you will find a shrine.
stationed in a sea of flowers
until the pungent musk of chilies calls you out,
turning to answer
you are just as quickly seduced with mountains of
tropical fruits, brilliant ripe vegetables, irresistible frescas,
strands of la musica vida
weaving enticingly through out.
hot pinks, mysterious indigos, seductive magentas, day glow orange,
a thousand bright distractions in the treasure laden mercado of life.
sooner or later chasing the tail of desire you arrive.
she may be flanked with a choir of white winged angels,
or perched solo on a half moon;
a pearl of patience served straight up on the half shell,
a perfect soul siren in a sea of candles;
no matter how distracted, no matter how long we follow the
atlas of our lives,
she waits ever ready
for the moment we are willing to pause.
demure in her quiet robes, eyes full of mother love,
hands clasped in compassion for all life around her,
armfuls of flowers at her feet;
blooming to be near her.
and i wonder
why does it take so long to pause before love?
to lay down our diversions and
stand in awe of the miracle of living?
to stop speaking because it is enough to hear our own breathing,
to practice mindfulness;
knowing even the garden wrestles with birth and ruin.
who among us does not rise in relief when the clean slate of a new day
is born again in the
large song of small birds?
who will not pause beside the fading cloak of winter to
marvel at the first bright crocus of spring?
every day our lives are ripe with the fruits of life,
some sweet, some darkened with unbearable sorrow.
we can all use a caring heart,
fresh morning,
voice of compassion, candles in the dark;
a pause for love tucked into the creases of hurried life.
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I am so ready to walk through a mercado and meet Mary this morning! Guess I'll have to wait until I go to San Miguel in February!
Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher | October 07, 2013 at 07:19 AM
I have borrowed some of your beautiful thoughts and words in your tribute to Mary and put them on my blog in today's Mary morning. Thank you Rebecca.
Posted by: judie | October 07, 2013 at 01:51 PM
Just beautiful words Rebecca. Love the photos of Mary. Have a great week.
gloria
Posted by: gloria | October 07, 2013 at 02:57 PM
Absolutely amazing, all the words, the colors--the iridescent, neon colors. Thanks for leaving a comment on last week's Mary. I'm about to post one on this post today.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | October 07, 2013 at 05:10 PM
what a surprise to me that I am drawn to these iridescent colors! they draw me in the way I long for our Mother Mary and her son to beckon me and reassure me that I can lay my tense, worrisome nature down at their feet.
Posted by: Nonnie | October 07, 2013 at 06:39 PM