Written by
Linda Martin
I chanced upon a dream one night
Where I was sitting face to face
With a shabby little rabbit
Within a childhood place
His fur was soft like velveteen
But spots were worn and bald
His eyes were somewhat droopy
His whiskers scrunched and mauled
The little rabbit spoke to me
Just like a wise old sage
He said “I brought you back to when
You were such a tender age”
“Remember who you used to be
With wonder in your heart?
This REALness of your one true self
Was lost and did depart”
“To gain the shards of destiny
Lost to the worldly din
All you need is trust yourself
And lovingly look within”
“You don’t understand” I said to him
“You speak of love and trust
These are what I gave away
Now in my heart are crushed”
Then the droopy eyes held mine
And one more thing he spoke
“REALness happens most of all
Just when your heart is broke”
“The wounding of the broken heart
Is when love’s funeral fire is burning
But the fire only burns the dross
And leaves love’s gold enduring
When the hurting gaping wound
Is drained of all its grief
Love’s pure gold that’s left behind
Becomes your soul’s relief
When this golden treasure
Comes home to soul’s own worth
That’s when the magic happens
And death turns into birth”
The little rabbit winked at me
And gave a knowing grin -
“Being REAL is love’s return
To its rightful place within”
Then the dawn light summoned me
From this amazing dream
But a REALness glowed within my heart
With Love’s golden treasure gleam
I knew right then without a doubt
That life’s an ebb and flow
Of love we keep and give away
And loss refines its glow
The wisdom from the velveteen
Is when love’s loss we feel
There is a suffering and a dying
That brings the magic to be REAL
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