My Work to Return


Let me suffer with kindness

Oh Great Mother !

Curving toward you with my aches and pains

Offering their release into the Universal container

So that I may be free to engage with life as it is

Let me stay with these restless, racing thoughts

Wanting to distract from what is here

May I lean against your tender heart

So that I may feel my own when I cannot tolerate

Occupying my own skin

I cry out to the heavens

With my guttural sounds
Vibrating deep

From within the belly of the world

Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.

A relentless ego pummels me with its urgency

An arsenal of threads inside and outside

I stand firmly rooted, placing them in front of me

So that I may feel my own true nature

In the quiet, she whispers : “I am all I got.”

Ecstatic breaths engage this revelation

In, Out-In, Out-In, Out

Heart opens into spacious skies

There is no judgment or irritation

Just God-cleaving truth.

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