The Spiral Library
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An organized collection of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, and more.
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 №006
When I am soft
Squishy
Open raw
I am movable
Adaptable
Responsive
Connected.
When I am hard
Armored
Defensive
I am rigid
Stuck
Reactive
Disconnected.
Sort is vulnerable
Heart wide open
Feel it all.
Hard is separate
False control
Numb to truth.
Soft is love.
Hard is fear.
They taught us to fear
But we were made to love
Made of love.
Love is soft
Soft is strong
Stronger than fear
I am soft.
Poem №005
Tender heart feeling
You care so much it hurts let
It break you open
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle