Poem · Poetry

We All Die Our Own Way

We may wither and bend

like a broken flower,

close to life gradually

and fall quietly,

nourishing the life around us

as a life well-lived.

Or, we may get chopped down

violently, like a tree in its prime,

shaking the foundations.

How we die

is not up to us.

“I thought it would be easier somehow,”

said the patient.

One wonders if

the amount of presence we give to

the life we have now

informs and shapes

our own death, which waits…

It seems a courageous choice

to consider.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

Poem · Poetry

Pure Presence

You look at me with eyes of love

and complete attention.

You gracefully place your body

next to mine,

molding into me

for complete contact.

There is no space between us –

only pure presence.

As you relax and soften,

so do I.

Your purr

motors my heart to joy.

Your headbutts

nudge me firmly to awaken

to the affection in this moment.

Your eyes,

your eyes…

invite me to deepen

and embrace the music

hidden in my heart.

You bring God to me

and I am blessed.

I love you for that.

Eventually, you move away

to what is next for you.

Your work is done.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Go Gently

 

Here I go again,

getting lost in the tangle of

outward motivations which

lead me away –

like an excited child

pulling on my arm –

Come this way!

But my wisdom within says,

 Not so fast.

 You have been here before, remember?

We play this game over and over

until finally,

we are done playing.

We are ready for change.

Like Jacob wrestling with the angel,

we finally get blessed with divine insight

into who we are,

and the exhaustion of repeated patterns

falls away.

Here is the truth of it all:

we come to God

through suffering or wisdom –

and sometimes both.

Most of the time,

we create our own suffering.

So, my child,

Learn to trust your

inner light.

You were born with it,

and it waits for you to listen

to its guidance.

Be patient with how it flickers

until you are ready

for its full shining.

Go gently on your path,

and keep your eyes open.

Forgive your missteps along the way.

Just keep moving forward.

And whatever you do,

do not close.

For your light cannot shine,

if your shades are drawn

and you will keep tripping in your darkness.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

What is Wrong with Faith?

I do not have a need

to have all the answers,

I am okay with

               What if?

The mysteries do not daunt or

haunt me –

rather, they amaze and

even comfort.

What happens if you get to the end,

and all the certainties you have proven

are wrong?

What then?

It makes me sad when

I meet a heart so closed.

How did it get so frozen?

Watch how the flower blooms.

It dares to open

in the light of the sun.

Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Finding the Poem

 

It comes in the quiet of the morning,

or sometimes on a walk among the trees.

Like a tender bud,

it germinates inside my heart,

until it must be born.

I write

because this process

brings me closer to God –

to the very spark of life

within me.

I write

because when I do,

I am blessed with the very Presence

I seek every moment.

I write

because my restless soul

comes alive when my words

enliven a page.

I write

because it touches you,

and in sharing my voice,

my purpose is born.

I write,

because I must.

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Poem · Poetry

Beyond Stuck

Your mind is a place of learning,

she said.

You create your reality there.

My invitation to intentionally look within –

an amazing challenge,

even for a deep, open one like me.

Like a spinning top,

the hardest part is to stop –

it is so effortless to

just keep going,

settle for the mindless whirl.

When I do manage a pause and

a glimpse inward,

I am humbled by what is keeping me

busy up there.

Really? THIS is what I am thinking about?

The constant auto-pilot and noise

is embarrassing!

But taking it personally

is not helpful.

So much of what is in my mind

has been given to me

when I was not looking.

I am looking now.
I am now learning to peek within

with curiosity and gentleness –

and sometimes even, humor.

Laughing really does help.

Healing comes

with awareness and new choices

along with a large dose of humility.

Shaking off the old

and building the new…

I am learning to protect my consciousness –

what I allow in,

and what to ignore.

It is a dynamic classroom

in which I am

forever a student.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Go With the Flow

 

The sun rises without you –

birds sing their morning songs, and

the cat plops in your lap whether

invited or not.

Coffee brews effortlessly, once started

and the aroma blesses you

with that warm feeling of being cared for.

Hunger waits until the body is ready

to receive.

Why think of food yet?

The day starts,

whether you do or not.

You do not have to figure it out

to make it happen.

Learn to receive, little one.

Respond when invited, but

do not move too quickly to action.

The sunrise is a beautiful blessing

which points the way

to true freedom.

It simply unfolds.

Do you see it?

It is right before you.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Before Going In

You are not on stage

so there is no need to

put on a face –

to pretend, fluff

or get nervous.

You are not seeking applause.

Rather than putting anything on

or assuming a role,

you do the opposite.

Before going in,

you execute a

disappearing act.

None of this is about you.

This is your job:

be a light

be a vessel

be a mirror that

reflects Love.

Healing and presence

will show up

if you can get out of the way.

Step aside.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Your Whispers Heal My Soul

Slow down.

Take it easy.

Listen.

You are trying too hard.

Open your eyes – notice.

Relax and breathe.

Trust and receive.

Allow me to help.

Get out of the way.

Be kind to yourself.

Don’t worry!

I’ve got this;

I’ve got you.

Freedom is yours.

Choose it!

This is a new day.

I love you completely.

Blossom with joy.

Be Love.

I have shown you how.

Remember me.

We are One.

Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

Poem · Poetry

Storms

Rain on me,

get me wet!

Give me that helpful push with your

blustery force!

Wake me from slumber

with winds that push me forward.

Baptize me

once again –

help me remember

that I belong to you.

Remind me that storms are

necessary.

They come and they go.

Each one bringing something new

into my life.

Let me not brace against

or resist.

Get me wet.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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