Putting Words Around the Unfolding
Whether the writer or the reader,
the words given
are light for the road.
They spring from that fountain
that intends to nourish and cleanse.
The soul speaks,
the heart listens,
and the self awakens –
as it surprisingly
lets go of itself.
And that which seemed only for the few
is found.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
I saw some unusual flowers yesterday
which bloomed in unexpected ways.
Their beauty ignited my heart
and blessed me with renewed vision.
Witnessing a perfect glow can do that –
it connects us to what is real
and true.
We color the world with so many hues –
the seasons directing the light
and filling the wide spectrum perfectly.
Sometimes the necessary germination before
the the colors can be expressed
takes time –
and that is by design.
For a full bloom
cannot be forced prematurely.
To be a flower
means being present to
the light being born in you
in its own time.
Your bloom will arrive in its fullness,
according to the Gardener’s plan.
Therefore, rest in the truth of the sunrise
and be soothed by the rain.
Wait your turn.
Your job is to allow the glow to be born in you
and to trust in the promised opening.
For part of the beauty of it all
is that the timing of your full flowering is not up to you…
It is perfectly fine and beautiful still
to be a late bloomer.
Copyright©Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Photo credit by Gary Stanton, taken at Heritage Museums and Gardens in Sandwich, MA.
When the poems do not arrive,
it is time to sit and quiet.
Rest is needed
so trust in Life can
bubble up for expression
and flow in a new way.
When the poems do not arrive
and the wings of inspiration
do not lift and lighten,
one must look within with honesty.
Where are the blocks?
When found, raise them up
and bless them.
Be grateful for the freedom they bring
when discovered and set aside.
When the poems do not arrive,
grieve a little and
then let go.
For there is no one to blame.
This is not about you.
There is only understanding
waiting for the dawn.
It always comes.
When the poems do not arrive,
be patient.
For when Presence returns,
so will the words that illuminate it.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
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
