Awakening

The Pain of Life

Heart's Calling 

The Pain of Life

oh how the pain of life,

is swallowed deep inside you-

layered underneath,

covered with guilt and grief-

guilt that strangles the life,

you are living-

what drives you to hide,

while you carry it all with you inside-

pull it on out and through,

for there is the breath-

of love holding you.

what often strains us,

causes us to blame-

ourselves and others,

father, mother, friend or brother-

makes us hold onto the,

dark of our pain-

again, and again and again.

for what is given over to love,

brings us the consciousness-

of our journey,

it’s not that pain-

will never touch us,

but if blame becomes-

the label of it,

or guilt-

the reason for it,

it turns it something-

that binds us.

in our human way-

we are expected,

to be perfect-

we regain only pieces,

of what truly loves-

through us,

not good enough,

right enough,

or don’t try hard enough,

they only take us-

from who we really are.

we are all the same,

not one of us-

better than the other,

not sister, or wife, husband, or mother-

loving yourself,

brings you to see,

that grace flows with-

unconditional love,

setting you free.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg 

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Unfold Myself

Unfold Myself

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Unfold myself,

welcome the ordinary moments-

the holding of life as is,

the way it seems to be-

without hiding it,

or covering it with-

words that try to,

give it reason for being-

making rights or wrongs to it,

catching only glimpses-

of my reality,

as if peering through-

a key hole,

and then willing to open,

the door open wide-

to embrace its fullness.

with all its messes,

and the wonderings-

and the holding onto-

something so tight,

it becomes a part of the fabric-

covering who you are,

let it fall to the ground-

naked to your vulnerable self,

allowing compassion-

in that moment,

when it feels like the-

best thing to do is to,

is stay in bed-

press feet to the floor,

eyes to the sky-

feel your breath,

reach your day-

in every single ordinary,
and extraordinary way.

Blessongs

Dreamwork with Toko-pa

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

By John O'Donohue |

One life

What waits for me

 what waits for me,

in my soul-

a song that cries,

one that holds my heart close.

I do not hesitate,

with my breath to-

bring me to my tender embrace,

my arms wrap around me-

for I welcome love,

to love me-

I welcome it,

in my heart, 

my mind, 

my being.

for whatever tries to stir,

an ache inside-

it is grace that reminds,

me to return to forgiveness-

that is always waiting.

it is love that stirs my soul,

to its returning-

when enlightenment brings me,

to my seeing-

peeling back the remnants,

of life that hold me in-

my human failings,

all lessons learned-

brings me to awakening,

again to what holds me-

close to the light of my soul.

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A Beautiful life

Falling

When I Feel Like I Am Falling From My Soul

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg 

when I feel,

like I am falling-

from my soul,

hanging on by a strand-

I free fall,

and let go deep-

into my wondering,

it takes my breath,

as I grasp-

to reach to that place,

of be redeemed-

but it is not about,

redemption-

or the right and wrong,

of it-

the pit in my stomach,

from the ache of it-

catches me off guard,

all  that’s left is to-

hold to my dark,

but love’s light comes,

and brings me back-

not because I am perfect,

or because I followed-

the right steps,

I just reach up-

and open up enough,

to let what is true-

flow through me,

love saves me-

when I feel abandoned,

confused,

defused,

alone…

brings me and cradles me,

in arms of wholeness-

back to my soul,

back home.

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