The Spiral Library
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An organized collection of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, and more.
Poem №023
The sky is a perfect blue
Punctuated by white puffy clouds
The mountains rise like giants
Watching over the valley
We gathered wildflowers
And brought them to our first home
We walked through the forests
And filled our lungs with healing
My heart aches to say goodbye
This place holds a piece of me
And so many other parts of me don’t belong here
I don’t know how to wrap my whole self up
I don’t know how to hold the whole thing
And maybe that’s okay
But my heart aches
And I’m not used to staying open to the ache
I’m not used to staying when I could run
Or unraveling when I could numb
So I turn forward the blue sky
And I drive towards the mountains
And I’ll sit with the wildflowers
And I’ll breathe another breath
And I’ll let the ache take me with it
And maybe there I’ll touch the wholeness
Of the thing I’m so afraid to let go of
Poem №022
There are moments in life
that you’ll want
to hold onto so tightly
you’ll try to squeeze
every bit out of them
hoping by some miracle
they’ll never end
And in all your efforting
to be fully present
to soak it all in
to make the most of it
you’ll forget to
let go of control
and just be there
in the details
with the parts
that will only ever exist
in that one precious moment.
So your invitation is
to embrace the grief
of the inevitable ending
the potential forgetting
the heartache of time passing
And trust that
what was meant for you
will stay with you
imprinted on your heart
long after the mind
can no longer reach it.
Poem №014
You were fine
You said
Until you weren’t
And everything
You held inside
Came pouring out
And finally
You were honest
And the truth
Set you free
Poem №013
Bones ache, deep heart wound
Portal opens to relief
But first, you must feel
Poem №009
She moved so fast
A bolt of lightning
I couldn’t understand.
I hid you deep
To numb the pain
And there you stayed.
Decades later
You’re crying out:
Bring me home again.
Poem №008
Today I am...
Full of a heaviness
Made of a thousand
Questions
And the rawness of
Grief.
They found
A tiny bird’s egg
Abandoned in a nest
At the base
Of a thorn bush.
She cried
For the life
Caught in the shell.
She cried
For the mother
Who left.
And she cried
For the part in her
That saw itself
In both.
Poem №005
Tender heart feeling
You care so much it hurts let
It break you open
Poem №003
It’s painful
To be reminded
That I could lose
The flesh and bone
Of you
In an unforgiving
Unimaginable
Instant.
That all of this
Is fleeting.
That one day
My arms could reach
For the comfort of you
And find only
Empty space
Where you once lay
Soft and full
My whole world
Stretched out
Beside me.
It isn’t fair
That love requires
Facing
The most
Unimaginable
Heartbreak.
To love
Heart wide-open
Is to give
The wholeness of self
To what could be,
Will be,
Lost.
So, I look into you
Now
In this fleeting
Present moment
Hanging by a thread
In mid-air
Heart wide-open
And I find
The place
In you
Beyond flesh and bone
And there
I plant my love
In the space
That never ends.
And I pray
That when we lose
The flesh and bone
Of us
That the seed
Of our love
Will carry on
In the infinity
Of space
That exists
Beyond.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle