It makes no sense that I can tell
Handed tools of absolute wisdom
I crave the depths of such truth
Beyond words or mindfulness
And yet a sorrowful seed exists
What of this place, this imperfect
Insane & beautiful plane?
Its real, I know this much
It is not separate, absolutely
Is my sorrow only fear disguised?
Why does it have a hold on me
When pure lands are ahead and not behind?
And why does this path feel so lonely at times?
~ Svasti
3rd December 2007
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So beautiful.
It is through our sorrow that we develop the depths of our experience.
You are truly providing a service to the collective by sharing your experience. I have been looking in as a subscriber to your rss feed. It takes a remarkable amount of courage for you to not only share your trauma but your path onward.
Poetry often allows us to communicate things that are hard to find words for. I also find when I write poetry it is as though I am writing it for myself first, some individual message for me imparted through the words.
Thank you again for sharing so freely.
In light and love
Danielle
@Danielle – Thank you for your lovely comment. I recently discovered this poem – I’d written it at the end of last year and I’d stored it digitally (I’m such a geek!). I’d forgotten I’d even written it.
I really appreciate that you take the time to read my blog – there are so many out there to read!
I hope over time, to add many other angles and stories about my recovery process.
Blessings to you!
“One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.”
-Vincent Van Gogh
Poor Vincent, unfortunately, never got past that lonely feeling. Sounds like you’ve got a better idea of what constitutes a path to wellness than he did, though.
Namaste.