There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.
.
this unlit light 
Dear ml, this is my favorite poem. It touches deeply into this heart, as this heart breaks open – waiting to sing. Eventually I will get Rashani’s book as well… btw – there is/was another video at the end of this post as well… 🙂 I didn’t play it this time. I’ll bet it’s gone after I post this…:) The universe is playing games with me again LOL
Much Love and Heart Singing dear one… Christine
Thank you for letting me know about the “video” dear Christine – I turned off my banner-blocker and actually saw it this time. It was a “How high is your IQ?” thing. Let’s see what the folks at WP says about this – seems odd to me!
Yes Rashani’s poem is a gift from the angels – she says so herself. We are blessed!
In love ~ ml
What a wonderful poem. It touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing it here.
You are so welcome dear timethief – thank you for leaving a comment!
Rashani’s beautiful poem has touched many hearts. It’s a life-raft in stormy seas.
With love
~ miriam louisa
how lovely~
having written this poem twenty years ago, or, rather: having been the one through whom this poem was birthed~i now see that “the unbroken” is merely the beginning!
while in the garden this morning a new poem was flirting with me, which begins, “there is an unbrokenness out of which love pours unstoppably!” it seems to be, more than a life raft in stormy seas, a boogy board in glorious waves…
i love what john welwood says, “Fully inhabiting our humanness involves a willingness to open fully to the rawness of creaturely existence, and feel what it is like to be subject to hurt, limitation, conditioning, and death. Transcending our humanness means gaining access to the larger domain of pure being and limitless awareness that is not bound by conditioned existence at all. Being fully human means honoring both these truths––immanence, or fully engaging with our humanness, and transcendence, or liberation–equally. If we try to deny our vulnerability, we lose touch with our heart; if we fail to realize our indestructibility, we lose access to the enlightened mind. To be fully human means standing willingly and consciously in both dimensions. This makes human existence an extremely interesting crossroads.”
this poem is a hard act to follow! i’ll keep you posted~
in love and wonderment,
rashani
Yes dear Rashani – we sooner or later find our life-rafts morphing into boogy-boards and the stormy seas become our creative joyride. Isn’t this wondrous?
Your “the unbroken” poem is like a set of water-wings for the transition … and no doubt its sequel will be just as perfectly crafted for its TIME.
_/|\_
ml
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