Today’s prompt encourages us to write about something abstract and personalize it by adding details. As I sit down to write I realize I’m very tired and I wonder if I’ll have the energy to write a poem at all. That’s where I am!
is nine months of living hell
with a husband who gave up.
Fatigue is my 98 pound body,
the thinnest it has been since high school.
Hopelessness is waking up (again)
in the middle of the night
drenched in sweat, wanting sleep.
Grief is realizing
he may never apologize
for destroying what we once were.
Acceptance is setting down the heavy burden
of righteous anger
because peace is more important.
Forgiveness leads to peace.
You can give yourself the gift of peace.
Search in your mind
for those against whom
you hold grievances.
Do I want to carry this burden any longer?
Really listen to the answers that emerge
from the depths of your truest self.
Your truest self is peace.
Grievances hide this self from you.
set this self free from the prison you made.
There is so much beauty in the world
beyond your story.
And like that, peace returns to my heart.
One could argue it never left,
but try to explain that
to a weary soul at 2:30 am
full of fear, heart bruised by loss.
But the dark night passed,
and the sun rose,
and the day marched on,
and I got done what needed to be done.
I was blessed by sleep and connection,
beloveds appearing with smiles,
open minds, open hearts,
and the desire to really, truly help.
Yes, the peace never left but in my mind.
It sure is wonderful to discover
peace was there all along.
Oh weary traveler,
when the road of Life
has you exhausted
and you think
you can’t take another step,
there is a refuge for you,
a place you can go
where there is always room for you,
a sanctuary where you will be
greeted with open arms
and the warmest hospitality.
The refuge is your own heart.
The sanctuary is the inexhaustible
well of peace found within the purest,
most sacred chamber of your heart.
Enter the refuge, weary one,
Find the sanctuary.
Come and sit a while.
Close your eyes.
There now, that’s better.
What is the opposite of pretense?
Quiet, calm, radiating confidence,
lovingkindness, sweetness, joy,
Being in the presence of the monks
I’m reminded of what safety is,
and simplicity, and humility,
And it’s the inner beauty
that touches me far more deeply
than anything I look upon.
They taught us about impermanence tonight,
sweeping up the gorgeous mandala
and pouring the sand into the river.
What cannot be erased is the joy
felt by so many beloveds
sharing in this vibrant experience
of taking in such beauty
and letting it go completely.
The whole world is honored
by the monks’ sand mandala:
every season, every people,
every religion, all forms of weather,
mountains, deserts, rivers, forests…
As I watch them shaking tiny bits of sand
forming impossibly intricate patterns,
I am shaken, startled
by the exquisite beauty staring back at me.
There emerges the most profound experience
of the utter interconnectedness of this world
and everything in it.
I am moved to tears.
I sit down to write
and I think
I don’t have anything to say.
And this strikes me
as a good thing.
When noise assails us
every moment of our lives—
silence becomes a rare
and precious gift.
Offering such silence
So, as I look inwards,
if I notice only silence,
I’ll accept this gift,
and sit in this quiet place,
grateful to receive
this moment of
spacious, silent being.