Space to be who I am,
Space to realize what needs to get done
and space to allow some things left undone.
Space for silence.
Space for being.
Space for right now.
(I found the image above when I Google searched “Images of space”. If I knew to whom I should give credit for the photo I would…Hubble Telescope perhaps?)
I’m discovering that at any point in my experience
I can shut down and close off to what is happening
or I can make space for whatever arises.
The first feels tight, constricted, heavy, and sad…
The second feels open, spacious, light and joyful.
So now I just want to make space,
space to be who I am
and for other people to be who they are,
space for the weather to be what it is
and for the temperature of the air
to be precisely what it is—
never too hot or too cold,
but always just right.
My new mantra is
Let there be space for this too.
Try it out yourself and see how it feels.
In the midst of your full-blown daily life,
whenever anything happens big or small,
say to yourself
Let there be space for this too…
and see what happens.
What if I just didn’t write a poem today?
And I realized that even just that one question
is a poem.
I discovered my grateful heart
is the door to all good in my life.
Everything else is just peripheral.
I can stand at this threshold and
survey all the good.
I can turn back,
or I can jump into this new world
of beauty and possibility
that shines up at me
from all angles;
It gives me tingles.
I can savor the day more amply
and allow the flow of good
to pour more abundantly
through all of my life aspects.
Yes. I confess I feel so blessed.
I had the wisest teachers help me
stay present and witness how only
the open heart manifests.
Maybe I can let go
of my ideas about
how things should be
so I can love them as they are.
This is nothing new;
I have been trying this for years,
I believe it might be possible.
I could let go
of my ideas
of right and wrong
for just a second.
I could relax
for just one second,
and stop trying to be
right about everything.
What would happen then?
Who would I be then?
What would this Universe
inside the belief
That what is, is
is what I want…?
every day experiences.
I am ready for that proof.
I’m listening to this song
over and over
that was lost
and then rekindled,
and the romantic in me
for the possibility
that after all this strange
grief and heartbreak and loss
I’ll one day regain the courage
to open my heart again
and trust in love.
Going through this transition,
everything in my life is changing,
and people (bless their hearts)
want to offer advice:
You’ll need to get a full time job, they say
Your standard of living will go down, they say
Talk to your attorney, they say
It’ll get worse before it gets better, they say
Keep your head down, they say
You’ll be so much happier after this is over, they say.
And I want to say
How do you know what you think is true?
It sounds like what they’re saying comes from fear.
I don’t take advice from frightened people.
I sit and I pray:
Thank you, angels, for making your presence known to me.
Where would you have me go?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me say, and to whom?
We would have you stay right where you are.
We would have you breathe.
We would have you tell yourself
“I love you, I forgive you, all is well.”
Now that is some advice I can take!