Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

This Heart

 

This heart is a strong muscle.

It never disappoints.

When put to work,

there is always strength,

there is always strength.

 

This heart is a deep well.

When the bucket is lowered

and dips into its depths,

there is always refreshment,

there is always refreshment.

 

This heart is a vista.

When the journey tires,

I can sit and rest.

I see it all. 

There is always a vision,

there is always a vision.

 

This heart is a blanket.

When the chill arrives,

I reach for warmth.

There is always an embrace,

there is always an embrace.

 

This heart is home.

When the moments

add up to years,

I can look back and within.

There is always love,

there is always love.

 

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Unceasing Prayer

 

Lately, the weight of the world

seems to hold me to my bed

upon waking.

Entering the day requires

an unfamiliar courage.

But even as I lay under

the comfort of my covers,

trying not to face the universal worry,

I know how to be lifted…

 

I remember to pause.

I look out the window and

my eyes gaze in wonder

at the trees in the morning sky.

I bow inwardly to the beauty of their sparkle.

If the grip in my chest still remains –

threatening to take away wonder and joy,

I place my hands on my heart

and breathe.

I remember to offer myself

love and care.

This anxiety is not about me.

I can let it go.

Then, I look to my right and smile.

My love is at rest and peaceful.

I am reminded to celebrate all the love in my life.

My heart is soothed and 

begins to open to the morning.

 

This is how to start the day

when the world is in pain.

If we practice the art of

transcendance, 

and remind ourselves

of what is true and real,

we can step into the Presence 

that we are.

So today, I set my intention to 

continue in this way

moment by moment,

mindful of what I choose to see.

 

As I take the covers off,

and step onto the floor,

I lift up my voice and say,

“thank you.”

I gratefully move forward.

Later, if I catch myself 

again in the grip of worry,

veering off track,

I lift up a prayer.

I give voice to what is good.

I deepen my gaze and do the work.

This way, darkness and fear

don’t win.

And I am free to love generously.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, April 2020, during the Covid 19 Pandemic.

Regardless of the subject matter, this is the only thing worth teaching; how to uncover the original center and live from there once restored.  Mark Nepo

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Weather

 

When fear is everywhere,

take a breath.

Remind yourself that 

as real as the fear feels,

it is a passing storm.

You can see it but

             you don’t belong to it.

Remember that you are not the weather.

You are the sky.

We can choose to be blown away

and knocked off our feet…

or we can choose 

to have the compassionate and wise view from above.

We can be observant

while holding on to 

who we really are.

Only by holding fast to the good in us –

our expansive being – 

can we truly be helpful

or even present.

So, keep your eyes open

while patiently riding it out.

Don’t allow yourself to get knocked over

or sucked into the whirlwind.

Be ever-present and calm

just like the blue sky

which endures every storm.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, March 2020

 

“I am the sky. Everything else is just the weather.” – Pema Chodron

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Nevertheless, Spring Forth!

 

The weight is heavy – 

this boulder on top of you.

It came out of nowhere!

You are stuck.

Never before have you felt such a hard, unrelenting blockage.

This rock is cold.

This pain is real.

It is time to hunker down

and see who is with you –

to be reminded that you are not alone.

Your roots reach to touch others

who share your dilemma,

your pain.

As the seeds within you

fight for survival,

you dare to stretch. 

You find another.

Together, your reach is stronger.

Together, you find a community –

one that works together

to search the cold surfaces 

to find the cracks.

For, no matter how hard the rock is,

it is no match

for the faith of a community

that seeks the light.

Your strength is in knowing that

the light is always there.

It cannot be extinguished –

no matter how big or daunting

the rock is.

 

Therefore, bloom!

Do not give up.

Reach for the light together.

Crack that rock apart

and let the strength within

spring forth!

You have it in you –

for you were born to find the light.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020