Sunday, June 21, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Let it come
don’t lay your soul,
in the field of broken dreams-
it isn’t always what it seems,
what’s keeps you-
in this wasteland is dying,
keeping you from who you are.
what creates the crevices,
that makes you fall so deep,
it’s hard to keep-
your eyes on your rising horizon.
do not hold yourself,
to your place of shattering-
though you may weep,
love reaches in-
with more than the reasons you,
try to hold as your anchor.
love fills the gaps,
that overlaps-
between memory and yesterday,
lean into today, what is here-
right now.
let it come to,
bring you completion-
life never comes the way-
you think it should,
what bends the path-
away from your past,
takes you to who you are.
come from your brokenness,
from your groundless falling-
to movement of love-
through your soul,
it will come with light-,
to your eyes with inward waking,
lifting you up,
when you feel forsakened.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Helena Wierzbicki
in the field of broken dreams-
it isn’t always what it seems,
what’s keeps you-
in this wasteland is dying,
keeping you from who you are.
what creates the crevices,
that makes you fall so deep,
it’s hard to keep-
your eyes on your rising horizon.
do not hold yourself,
to your place of shattering-
though you may weep,
love reaches in-
with more than the reasons you,
try to hold as your anchor.
love fills the gaps,
that overlaps-
between memory and yesterday,
lean into today, what is here-
right now.
let it come to,
bring you completion-
life never comes the way-
you think it should,
what bends the path-
away from your past,
takes you to who you are.
come from your brokenness,
from your groundless falling-
to movement of love-
through your soul,
it will come with light-,
to your eyes with inward waking,
lifting you up,
when you feel forsakened.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Helena Wierzbicki
Monday, June 15, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Sometimes
sometimes this wounded world,
rains upon me-
with tears lamenting,
I hold the pain breaking-
giving it to the open sky.
rains upon me-
with tears lamenting,
I hold the pain breaking-
giving it to the open sky.
sometimes I laugh,
with my children-
sharing stories that-
trickle moments of time,
upon my heart like stardust-
falling from a timeless sky.
with my children-
sharing stories that-
trickle moments of time,
upon my heart like stardust-
falling from a timeless sky.
sometimes my movement is slow,
fearful of letting go-
tiny steps taking,
upon my earth path,
then I look up to see-
the cloudless iridescent blue,
in my waking sky.
fearful of letting go-
tiny steps taking,
upon my earth path,
then I look up to see-
the cloudless iridescent blue,
in my waking sky.
sometimes my movement is wide,
with desire of dancing-
twirling and spiraling towards,
the rainbow that holds-
the music in the passionate sky.
with desire of dancing-
twirling and spiraling towards,
the rainbow that holds-
the music in the passionate sky.
sometimes I just sit quietly,
in the breath of my resting-
laying on green grass gently,
grateful for the universal sky.
in the breath of my resting-
laying on green grass gently,
grateful for the universal sky.
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