The True Chapters of Life

Stay with the one who sees you

not just from head to toe
but from the inside out too

Stay with the one who sees how hard you work
and loves you
who sees how deeply you love
fear and feel
and loves you

Stay with the one who sees the tangled knots of your heart and sits down with you
to untie them
and loves you

Stay with the one who pays attention to what lights you up
who would bring you the sun
just to watch your eyes revel
at the sight of the dawn

Stay with the one who sees you
as you creep into your shell
and loves you

stay with the one who sees you
blossom out of your shell
and loves you

Stay with the one who sees you grow quiet and
asks “how can I help?”

Stay with the one who sees your gaze
over the horizon and says “take me with you”

Stay with the one who sees you when you crash
burn yell and fight back
as you rebel for space
gives it and loves you

Stay with the one who sees you spin off and smiles
as you reach and grow and fly with your soul
and test your strength in strong waters

stay with the one who sees this
and reaches his roots deep into the earth
deep enough to ground you both
for he has flown too
knows that now it is your turn
and would never deny you the site
of your own life
as you dance with the wind
wings spread wide

Stay with the one who sees all your smile lines
and says “I love how they match mine”

Stay with the one who sees you
in the shower
in a top bun
with toothpaste on your chin
offers to wash your back
and loves you even more

Stay with the one who sees you
and loves you
until
and so that

you too

can see you

and love you.

AUTHOR: EMMA TAIT

How I Became a Warrior

Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.

Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, “I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability”.
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.

Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.

Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn’t stop.
Thoughts that wouldn’t be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.

Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, “Respect yourself fiercely now!”.
“Speak your truth with passion!”.
“Say no when you mean no!”.
“Walk your path with courage!”.
“Let no one speak for you!”
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.

Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was “happy”.
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.

Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.

In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.

I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.

And started listening.

Jeff Foster

Wild Geese- ode to Mary Oliver

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”

My favorite Rumi quotes

“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.”

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”

“Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that.”

“Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.”

“In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.”

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”

“Close your eyes, fall in love, stay there.”

Mystery Lover

“The mystery lover comes not just to satisfy our sexual longing, but to complete our lives.  Sexual gratification always points to a greater satisfaction of absolute longing.  In sex we are always under the wedding dome, our physical union always a reflection of and participation in a divine intercourse.  We should take our desires seriously, even the most mundane, because they may signal the presence of the angel partner, the deeply interior lover, who alone is responsible for the creation of a life.”                                                                                                                                                  Thomas Moore, The Soul of Sex