Author: becomingandbeholding

Perhaps just like you, I find myself on a journey of awakening to who I really am. My writing is my personal and deep exploration of what I notice along the way. I share it with the hope I am a beneficial presence for others. Blessings to you.
Buttery Grace
Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Buttery Grace

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When love is real,

it is easy –

effortless in its appearance,

warm and yummy,

like buttery grace.

It comes from the beyond,

much like inspiration does –

and wisdom is infused

within all its practicalities.

It simply makes sense.

It feels like the sweetest hug.

It sounds like a soothing tide on the move.

It looks like a rose in bloom, and

has the aroma of

bread in the toaster.

It calls to you like bird song in the morning.

These are the measures 

of love that is true.

When you have it,

you know, and

trust becomes the glue.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Transitioning
Poem · Poetry

Transitioning

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When in an unfamiliar place,

you are on your way.

It usually comes with lots of tension.

You become unsettled,

and maybe even a little bit scared.

Transitions are that rocky time

when your usual patterns are useless

and you have to allow for

change.

The big ones are literally

earth-shattering,

setting you off kilter,

making you feel raw and

vulnerable.

But when you get to the other side,

you are in that shiny spot of

All New.

You have grown new muscle, and

you are reborn.

When this freedom flowers,

you realize that

the pain of change

was nothing but 

the peeling of the layers

that are no longer needed.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

The Body Knows
Poem · Poetry

The Body Knows

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You bark at me

when I am off kilter –

when you don’t get what you need.

I can hear you 

scratching at my door

seeking urgent attention.

I get in my head

and forget you need me, too,

and I need to be present.

Like a caged cheetah,

your tension tells me

that something is amiss.

Gradually, through your constant blabbering,

I get the message.

I learn to listen to you.

Your complaining wakes me up:

“This pain, that stiffness, is not you. Stop and see.”

I open my eyes,

look deep within,

and find there is more.

I can change my way of being.

Peace is born.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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