In the semi-darkness,
I heard the door slam
and key lock,
and I saw a bag of grief,
jamming up my throat,
heavy with sorrow and anger.
I felt the gentle caress of breaths,
back and forth,
against sensitive spot,
and I thought ideas of freedom,
a whole train of them,
quickly dropped into thin air.
I sat for the longest time,
until only space remained,
vast, limitless,
and I delighted
in the bliss of freedom,
that no one can touch.
I opened my eyes
back to the light of day,
and a circle of sunflowers,
and went about my day,
wanting to tell the whole world,
my joyful secret.
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I deeply resonated with this poem! It is beautiful when grief & negativity can be transformed into freedom - it feels like magic when the deep breath releases the clenched ego.
ReplyDeleteI had a somewhat difficult week with situations I could not control or even have any influence over - these times are hard. Without meditation and the ability to look deeply into our thoughts and feelings, I can't imagine being able to cope. In situations such as these, I am also reminded to have more compassion for others trapped without the ability to access the freedom.
I love the sunflowers - they are a special symbol of strength for me.
Oh thank you Anne - how beautiful the gift of words, that allows you and I to join in the vast expanse within!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great way to start this new day . . .
much metta to you! and I hope your difficulties will resolve soon.