Readers who receive the online newsletter from wondrous wideawake Chameli Ardagh at Awakening Women will have been privy to this beautiful poem by Mark Nepo. But in case that doesn’t include you I’m posting it here so you don’t miss out . . .
Having loved enough and lost enough,
I’m no longer searching
just opening,no longer trying to make sense of pain
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.These are the irritations
that rub into a pearl.So we can talk for a while
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea.And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions
down and water every living seed.And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone. But seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it’s a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather,
into the surf that human
shells call God(dess)– Mark Nepo
And just in case you are (like she who scribbles) in need of some sane sisterly advice,
hop over to Chameli’s site to read her
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Ahhhh – Beautiful. Warms this Heart… Just opening… Just listening… Just living… Just being with it all, as life unfolds, *feeling* all of it… Absolutely – all a door into Love… Blessings to you dear one…
Thank you dear Christine – your comment “Warms this Heart” too.
Isn’t “just” a lovely word? Somehow it brings everything down to size, simplifying, surrendering. Sweet!
Love always ~ ml
Hi Miriam,
What a warm poem. Feels good to have read it. 🙂
Thanks for your warm comment Justin – and for introducing me to your website. Good work!
Love ~ miriam louisa
Reblogged this on Suzanne Moss PhD and commented:
This is simply beautiful and needs to be shared.