Deborah McNamara posted: " A poem on finding refuge, and being what is yours to become. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) Make yourself at home in this world, even when it feels inhospitable.Tune into waysyou are supported,still wind rustlingground be" Deb McNamara
A poem on finding refuge, and being what is yours to become.
(Image: JPlenio, Pixabay)
Make yourself at home in this world, even when it feels inhospitable. Tune into ways you are supported, still wind rustling ground beneath feet, air on skin.
A task of growing: feel alone enough yet also know you are never alone. Find your refuge, beyond what anyone says or does — only being what is yours to become, letting life hold your heart wide as ocean tide, even when others cannot.
Din of noise can fade now, breathe deep beyond happenings and words. Move through rough edges like river across land, snaking its course even past obstacles.
Spiral in, now go to the center-most place. Listen, here hear trickle of quiet wonder not laden with distraction, arriving fully just for this moment— carry each memory like jewels, glistening in mind's eye awaiting a next unfolding.
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