Set a destination, but let the path unfold.
Let your feet follow your heart.
Regard detours and delays as opportunities
to experience something new.
Turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.
Find balance not by standing still,
but by moving with integrity and regard
for yourself and others.
Know that you can always get to
the next step
from wherever you are.
Don’t be afraid to make an occasional
leap of faith — and if you have short legs,
borrow some wings!
Know that in the sky of your heart,
all destinations are reachable.
While you’re busy getting wherever
you’re going, turn around every so often
to give whoever’s behind you a hand.
Expect nothing, be ready for anything,
and everything will be possible!
— Terah Cox ©2001
Like a feather that goes lightly
into the unknown
trusting the winds of time
to carry it home
May you too have moments
in your glorious flight
when you abandon control
over day and night
And as you float on the currents
of love and grace
letting fears give way
to a buoyant faith
Trust that you will happen
on a course that is true
and land in the place
that is waiting for you.
— Terah Cox ©2002
|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 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.|
by Mary Oliver
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don’t want it.
What appears bad manners, and ill temper or cynicism
is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.
You do not know what wars are going on
down there where the spirit meets the bone.
by Miller Williams
This is one of the most moving poems I have come across.
It is by Megan, author of the blog meganhasocd.com
Love this Face
It’s taken a lifetime to love this face,
To stand before a mirror & see more than flaws,
Someone I hated staring back.
That big, crooked nose,
Downward turning eyes,
Not quite blue, green, gray perhaps.
Skin once pale,
Pain of the past diminishes with the warmth of long love.
Boys, children, now grown & gone,
Have lost the temptation to show disdain for that awkward girl-child,
Now a woman,
All curves & structure,
Bad-hair days a thing of the past,
I now embrace the off-blonde locks of my ancestors,
No longer crying out of shame for lack of perfection,
Something no one has or ever will.
Forgetting those awkward stages,
Moving on to love & life & now.
We are all humans,
Hair & smells & chromosomes,
Poor posture slumping about the earth,
Making the trivial important.
Beauty is a social construct,
Built by the limited, limitless minds of men,
This face is mine and it is beautiful because I say so.
How surely gravity’s law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the smallest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.
each stone, blossom, child—
is held in place.
only we, in our arrogance,
push out beyond what we each belong to
for some empty freedom.
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So, like children, we begin again
to learn from the things,
because they are in God’s heart;
they have never left him.
This is what the things can teach us;
patiently to trust our heaviness.
even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Originally posted on small circle big circle:
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in vain.
Poem by Emily Dickinson