This is not the poem I had planned to share this week, but with the recent natural disasters, seeing so many in need and just as many providing assistance, the timing feels right. This one is similar to the recent post Call Me, in that my writing has had a strong theme of giving and receiving in recent months.
The events leading to this happened over the past year or so, but the poem was written just two weeks ago. It took some time to piece together and process all the gifts I had received in that time period.
During my journey of moving toward living a more open life, I received some life-altering assistance from a few very close friends. I found myself with recurring thoughts that I could never repay what had been given to me. Still, I needed to find some balance and make sense of why I had been blessed to have such extraordinary people in my life. I began to think beyond just myself – to society as a whole. Eventually the concept of spiritual currency developed and expanded beyond present time to something crossing lifetimes. The concept went so far that I even developed a symbol to represent spiritual currency (shown above). I now wear it proudly as a tattoo on my left ankle. If you are interested, a full explanation of the symbol is here.
The concept of spiritual currency is very important to me, and sharing this is frightening. I hope you find this post meaningful and enjoy reading the poem. It is dedicated to three people I am blessed to call my friends. I will not name them here, but I will be reminding each how special she or he is for the rest of my life.