“We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more.” ― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
I’ve dug deep trenches of sadness, buried myself way down, and as the quagmire thickened I almost drowned…
a hostage to my sorrow no movement on my lips, in the deadliest of moments, I was miserably transfixed!
and the darkness enclosed me in a mausoleum of tears, I begged to never waken just to quietly disappear.
and in patience I was gathered, my senses cleared in the light, seeing love was all around me kindness gave me back my sight!
the years have gently softened me, though the wound still bleeds, carved out is a remembrance, in rivulets on my cheeks.
Sometimes I still wake in sadness, allowing light to enter in, praying for strength in each heartbeat, grace brushes lightly on my skin…
And love always finds me, bringing me back to life in the blessings of each morning, that are fluently divine….
“Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.”
― Suzy Kassem
from pits of despair,
from stinking cesspools,
from marshy lairs…
beauty grows out
of darkened quags,
and flowers begin to bloom on lighter paths…
the lotus emerges from muddy pools,
inspiring a glow
like, recast jewels…
Art by Ally…
Sadly my Ziggy-Stardust cat changed worlds a year ago
but he continues to inspire me…