When will you learn to accept
the unconditional love of who you are,
and realize that these words
and phrases do not define you;
that they are, instead, what you
have been gifted for connection?
When will you let them go
with less anxiety for how you are received
and more peace about how they might
open those with ears to sense
their own connectedness
to the vastness of their own enoughness?
Don’t you see how they emerge;
how you type them and return to them
over and over, as if you are the one
who can decide when they are ready –
as if you can somehow perfect them?
Yet there is a deeper place
which knows that these words
come from beyond you;
and that your returning is not
for the sake of others,
but for your own, so that you
can learn to absorb and live them.
What if the words and their worth
belong to the universe?
What if your primary task
is to sift through the collections,
looking for the places where
your own and others’ pain
have created sacred spaces
for the words to rest?
What if your calling is to cast them
on ground that life’s plow has turned-up –
your own, and others’ –
and let the universe do the rest?
|Photo by Todd Jenkins|
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