Surrender

photo-- Dana Levy-Wendt

When you are crying, cry.
When you are flailing, flail.
When you are lost, sit and be still.
When you are in a tempest, let go.
Don't let anyone tell you how; you already know.

You can only be where you are.
So be there,
In the best way you know how.
That is enough, for now.

There will be a candle lit,
for when you find your way home.

Medicine for the Heart

Mexican spiritual heart with angel wings © Miroslaw Oslizlo

The heart in its wisdom

leads us;

At times with a gentle nudge

or with a bit and reins.

Nothing you've done

has led to this.

This isn't about the 'you' that does.

It's about the 'you' that IS.

No one is always happy.

Look at the false smiles

and desperate busyness

all around you.

So many others,

forlorn of simple kindness

and attention; "SEE ME!"

They hide the lie

even from themselves.

Medicine for the heart

can wear a thousand faces.

The heart of stone and water

knows this truth,

in its cold, still deep.

The heart of fire and wind

knows this,

whipped into frenzy

at the merest touch.

The heart within you

knows this, as well

and wishes to share a secret--

There is a gift to being contented

with one's life...

even with hell outside

the door,

and a raging storm within.

Your heart,

an ever-shifting cauldron

of movement and yearning,

calls you home

in every moment.

If only you will be still, and listen.

Can you hear the fluttering of its wings?