This is simply beautiful and needs to be shared.
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
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…
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