Tag: trust
When the Poems Do Not Arrive
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
Floating Through
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
Gradually Getting It
Here is the nub of it all:
Like a white birch tree,
along a rocky shore,
I am most beautiful, healthy, and free,
when I am part of
the whole picture,
blending into the larger scene.
Standing alone,
while interesting,
makes the tree more
vulnerable to the wind and weather.
One has to ask,
What will happen if I drop my striving and planning?
More and more,
this question arrives, and
I dare to loosen my grip,
embracing the magic
of trust and letting go –
I follow inspiration,
and stop making it all
about me.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Bit by Bit
Her vision widens a bit
this time
as she enters her day
in the same old way.
Perhaps something new will dawn.
His heart dares to stretch
and open a bit wider.
A new kind of surrender
peeks through the song of pain
on constant rewind.
Life itself can open us
to what is real and true,
if allowed.
We discover this
when we trust enough
to peek
from under the many covers
we have pulled over our head.
With each new glimpse,
we allow the Creator
to fashion us more artfully
beyond the many ways
we have allowed our clay
to harden.
Soften or harden?
Open or close?
Yield or tighten the grip?
Ignore or listen?
These are the daily choices
in finding the path
to Grace.
Pay attention.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
Blessed Assurance
No more a need
to solve, cling, or do.
I am done with all that.
Breathe.
Just be.
I turn my attention outward
trusting that inwardly,
I am whole.
This is an important shift
and not one that is
familiar –
a down shift,
into trust –
rather than constant acceleration.
True freedom comes in
letting go of the wheel,
not needing to see the road ahead.
Gradually, I am learning to be
more of a passenger.
It is strange how unfamiliar it feels.
I have learned so deeply
to be on my own,
driving solo.
But I repeatedly follow the wrong directions
being the simple human
I have learned to be,
confused by which GPS to heed.
Now I call upon my divine nature.
It has taken decades to
own it.
Such a beautiful feeling…
to know it is not all
up to me –
that no map is needed.
A look back
in the rear view mirror
confirms.
All is well –
and has been all along the way.
Blessed be.
Copyright © @Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
