
Author: becomingandbeholding
Dare to drop the routines…

The Gift of Understanding
I had a desire,
a prayer, really –
of how it should go.
My doubting heart considered it wishful thinking.
But the courage within won
and I expressed it, anyway –
not caring if I looked,
or sounded, foolish.
And then,
when the moment arrived,
my prayer was answered,
just like that,
exactly as imagined.
It seemed an effortless occurrence
and had the quality of
of course this is how it should go…
I was blown away, warmed up, lit up, and loved –
completely – and all at once
in that moment.
This is what a sudden dawning feels like.
I wondered at how
it wasn’t even a formal prayer –
with head bowed low,
spoken in desperation or
pious humility.
But I did speak it from my heart
and out loud
to You –
and I shared it with others.
It must have counted…
because it was realized.
I know now,
ever more deeply, that
You are here,
with me,
and in this life of mine.
And when I look back,
I see your traces –
your hand,
your heart,
molding, leading, comforting,
ever more clearly.
I am like a baby playing peek-a-boo…
the joy of discovery
brings me intense happiness.
You are here.
I can see you!
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

True Nourishment
We mean well.
We want to do the right thing,
for our health –
in this body.
We research,
we ponder,
we constantly switch gears…
our poor, confused pantry.
Our mind spins along with the
grocery list.
How do we feed this body,
this temple,
this home?
Does the flower question the sun?
Does the tree even think about the soil?
No, they just bloom and grow,
guided in the ways to stretch.
Does the hungry child refuse the rice bowl –
freely given?
Food is food.
Perhaps it is time
for a big serving of gratitude…
and instead of seeking answers
outside ourselves,
to look inward,
and trust the wisdom within.
Our bodies know
what nourishes best.
Listen –
and let go of the struggle.
In this way,
your world can open into
a beautiful freedom –
and lasting health
can be born.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
An Important Practice

The magic of writing…

Looking with love…

Signal Lights
With the guiding of inspiration,
they come through me,
pointing the way.
Their clarity can be piercing –
sharp and brilliant,
beacons through my
self-created fog.
I wonder at how
they show up-
just when I need them the most.
They are like friends who
know when a smile or a hug
is needed.
And, in the same way,
they are cherished, unconditionally.
This is what my poems mean for me.
I help create them, but
do not quite live them yet.
They love me still.
Funny, how words create worlds…
the beyond is brought forth
in the same way
a kiss presents affection.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

This is It
The cat purring in my lap
while the birds sing their morning song…
My heartbeat,
strong and regular,
sending the vibration of vitality everywhere –
to my very fingertips and toes,
opening my eyes,
and lighting up my taste buds.
It travels past
all the aches and pains,
those spots that distract and annoy.
The pain cannot stop its movement,
but is touched by its energy –
kissed by the whispers of hope.
One day you won’t need this pain…
The promise of a new day
is the reliable reboot given every morning.
Perhaps this is the day
I will finally see,
not only with my eyes,
but with my whole being,
that
this is it.
No more will I wait
for my turn,
holding back and waiting
for that perfect moment
that never comes.
Life is here now,
and ever so fleeting.
It passes before me,
it beats within me,
it connects me
to all that matters.
Life lives on through me
even when I am pressing the brakes.
It moves forward,
with or without me.
This is it –
the blessings are here.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

Beyond Chasing Tail
Round and round we go,
looping and repeating,
distracted with ourselves –
chasing tail.
Transformation comes only
when we lose interest
in this game –
when it finally dawns on us
how much time,
and how much energy
is lost
in the constant spinning.
It is the miracle
of the pause
which lifts us up
and out –
and helps us connect
to what is real and true.
We discover the wonder of rest, and
in the birth of this realization,
we learn to drop the chase.
We are finally free.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
