A poem on diving through layers, finding the place you’ve stayed above. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) When light searchesfor lake’s deep endfinding water unclearuncover insteadsoft coil of protectionswirling in darkness,only occasionally seeingupwards glow. Here, in this meeting pointwhere light greets shadowunknowndiscover something deeperbeyond the place you’ve stayed above.Dive through layers to ever-shiftingend (never fixed)and be surprisedat what lies stillwaiting to be …
A poem on staying generous and wide awake, even in difficult times. (Image: Pixabay) When the well(bone dry)needs filling —there is only one choice:create lushness,tend to joy.Resist the impulse to withdraw,insteadretreat only to fill your cupnot into caveor silent isolation.Stay wildly generous,even when hardto find places to draw from. Reach beyond edgeof what is clarified …
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A poem on cultivating the clearest version of ourselves. (Image: Brenkee, Pixabay) In life’s gardenmaster this:Germinationbringing forthall that is fruitful,fine-tuningcareful tendingslow, steady chordsof growth towards light. Reach newreference pointsto include the clearestmost uprightversion of self:wide awakehaving plumbed the depthsof soil and soul,the inner realmthat is also the outerreflection of lightreverberating in seeds and cellsand in …
A poem on being available to — and not missing — inspiration. (Image: Octavy on Pixabay) When something needs to be realized,let it come like flash of lightfrom a hidden star,or a letter formingsailing on windcatching unspokencircle of moon -always there but not alwaysfelt or seen. Reach your hand to grasp it now,don’t let it …
A poem on pausing to savor and create. (Photo: Pexels on Pixabay) Let the burn of lifeform you like a kiln.As clay to potter’s wheel,spin into each new shape. Pause in the formingsilencefinding yourselfalways at the centerbetween contracting and expanding,in breathout breath:the time to savor. Life’s transformative energy creates a thousandnew doorways(for you, here)transcending time and space, body and love,breaking heartbeyond nonsenseand noisemolding more …
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A poem on coming back to bright spaces after difficulty. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) Come back now,join this spark.Be vibrant.Laugh at little thingseven while making spacefor the darkest corners. Grieve now,the real kind,the kind that transformsreleasingfamiliar patternsperhaps comfortablebut still a vaneer above. Be open(to all the things)but find the deepest layer.Let go nowinto this safety netof …
A poem on finding inner freedom and a more open heart. Photo: Deborah McNamara (Marrakesh, Morocco) What door has been closedfrom the inside?Find it.Knock hereopen,walk into sunlightreach toward bright spaceseven if stillsittingin a shadow. Here:Make free what is looseningnow:crackling of heart,slowly kneaded open. Let strength relaxfor a momentin order to be supple,held.Move beyondeach stuck point,falling …
A poem for the moments when feeling trapped by all things heavy and difficult. Image: Felix Mittermeier, Pixabay Rather than be trappedby any heavy weight,enter in as if into a tunnel.Dark, yesbut moving through to the other side. Along this way,find jewels in darkness.Hard to decipher,yet thereshimmering as diamondsin the rough. Look outwards nowtoward each …
A poem on becoming whole and free by reaching beyond perceived limitations. Image: Michael Gaida, Pixabay Withholding:that isn't a pathto freedominner or outer at all. Instead,risk sproutingstretch widebecome whole by not avoiding.Crack openin the reachbeyond what would devouryour outgrown smallness Where do you choose not to grow?Instead of holding back,better to take a great leapbeyond contractioncome into …
A poem on transformation and change, and the practice of choosing a long view. Image: Adina Voicu on Pixabay Next time under sky:Pause.Tilt head high,eyes slanted just soin order to seeslow-rolling cloudsglidemirror of life(and we with it)movingjust as the ancestors did:succession of generationseach makingan indelible markcrossing this world. Some tread softly,light with little markothers: stormy, …
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