Different shades of the same

The Moment

Only when your consciousness is totally focused on the moment you are in can you receive whatever gift, lesson, or delight that moment has to offer.
~ Barbara De Angelis

~ Image by Muhammad Ridha

LOST

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside
you Are not lost.

 Wherever you are
 is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know
Where you are. You must let it find you.

by David Wagoner

My Voice

Heart's Calling

my voice screamed,
but I wanted to pause-
to take a deep breath,
hold the unearthing space-
for a moment,
before it exploded-
I held my broken self,
within my outer voice-
shouts for healing,
in its aching-
but it is a feeling,
of groundless falling-
feeling unheard-
I came to this place,
repeatedly-
but oh dear one,
what screams and quakes-
what spills from you is not yours,
when at the end-
of that tattered thread dangling,
reach for peace to come-
take the tears that fall upon you,
in the dark and the light-
of who you are,
come as you are into tenderness,
what can be paused in a second-
as I try again and again,
to rise to the sky-
from the heaviness of,
what brings fear-
to its shouting,
I allow myself to embrace me-
quiet and quivering,
in my unsettling-
of life leaving me often helpless,
stepping onto new ground now-
I breathe and say,
you are the one-
who can bring it back,
to the holding of your soul-
in soothing silence,
so I come now-
holding compassion,
as my compass-
grace as my candle,
in my storm.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

We love. We hurt. There is that inner core in all of us which is simply beautiful. Depending on how much we have been hurt, we will expose our deepest feelings, but we all share these qualities.
~ Andrew Matthews

“Your brain is always eavesdropping on your thoughts. As it listens, it leans. If you teach it about limitation, your brain will become limited...Teach your brain to be unlimited.”
-Deepak Chopra

LOOK

Nature

'I go to Nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.' —John Burroughs

Gratefullness

gratefulness always rises,

from the broken places-

what rips me away from living,
when I seep into the cracks-
into my blinding dark-
when I lay my scattered breaking,
down,
upon the ground of my uncertainty-
it all appears to be so hopeless,
then the tenderness of life appear-
sun resting upon golden blue hues,
of the morning rising-
when I hold this resting sky,
as a tiny moment of opening-
a gift that holds my breath,
with waking appreciation-
when love comes and pulls me,
from my place of breaking-
see myself taking,
the seconds that fall upon-
me like droplets of rain,
washing away the stains of,
my despair.
what looks like my coming apart-
pulls it together again and through,
I reaching you,
when your ache-
has taken you further away,
from your grounding-
I reach and say with the words,
from my soul-
bringing us all back to whole,
what falls upon this page resting-
seeing life’s blessings,
the gift of knowing-
that gratefulness always rises,
from our broken places-
filling us with courage,
to step into the moments of today.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

Heart's Calling

I step to the edge,
looking back-
often peering through memory,
to see my groundlessness,
what was and what is yet to come-
does not always come together,
as I thought it would-
it comes often with,
a sudden shift unexpected-
yet once through its passage,
expected…
for what now comes,
to take me-
opens me to the one,
on the inside-
sometimes I hide behind,
the falling apart of it-
waiting for it all,
to pull back together-
but it never does,
it is in that instant,
I can either remain paralyzed-
or move through,
the rising dust of what remains-
let it drift from me,
moving into what-
is waiting for me,
eyes to my horizon-
that lifts light,
within me-
to the newness of me,
to the true love of me.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©