Putting Words Around the Unfolding
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
How I wonder at
the many ways of getting it wrong –
the things that pull us away,
derail and distract us from
the truth of who we are
and how we were made
from the beginning.
Life continues to instruct –
through discomfort and pain.
It seems the most effective tool
to bring us to the necessary surrender.
I am not a fan of the process –
the reshaping and chiseling away…
but the revelations that come
reassure in ways
unmeasurable.
I yield to the master craftsman,
offering myself up for true fashioning,
despite the necessary struggles,
that the me that has always been
can be seen –
and true freedom,
finally mine.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Every morning a new lesson
with the dawning of the sun
remembering this and that from
the moments of yesterday –
the stubborn resistance
to change, to growth
that dares to color the new morning.
Oh, the many ways
my spirit settles!
It hides from the possible
underneath a blanket of
supposed comfort.
I lean towards the sun
like a rested sunflower
daring to rise.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
You arrive as whispers
calling sweetly in my ear,
causing me to pause and ponder –
leading me forward.
It is like the dawning of hunger
when, no matter what I am doing,
I can think of nothing else.
The urgency must be addressed.
Words must be shaped,
voiced –
labored over and delivered.
Inspiration has called to me.
Each time she visits,
I come alive a little more.
I am born
again and again –
in a blanket of words.
Why me?
I sometimes wonder…
but I open to her, anyway –
and learn to surrender again
to her message
and to what is real.
The whole dance we do
creates a hunger
that builds.
I want more.
In the meantime,
I live the poems I have.
I hold them close to me –
with pregnant anticipation,
I wait for the others.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
You come to me with searching eyes,
your shoulders slumped,
your breathing shallow.
“I need help,” you say.
I open my arms
and reach for you,
taking you into the Love,
ever-present.
Comfort flowers.
An elderly woman drops her grocery bag
and oranges and potatoes scatter
all over the road –
I run to her.
My hands get busy gathering her food.
Our eyes connect and
together we laugh.
There is no problem, anymore.
We are connected.
Everyday, situations show up
to wake us up to
who we are
and why we are here.
Most of the time,
we don’t notice.
We are too busy with ourselves,
living as if
we are on our own.
We forget that God needs us
in order to be seen,
to be realized –
and we need God.
“I am the vine.
You are the branches.”
The instruction is given:
We are deeply connected to God
and when we extend ourselves
in Love,
life blossoms as it should –
and God is at work
with us.
Nothing else makes more sense
or is as beautiful.
Be a branch.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Loving, but imperfect parents
unwittingly teach the young girl
the wrong lesson
about who she is
and what she can do.
Years pass,
the little girl grows up
with some success,
but with the wrong idea
now settled deep within –
still unknown to her,
dictating her experiences.
Suffering comes.
Suffering goes,
Suffering comes again.
The unhappy pattern
is set in place.
One beautiful day,
an opening begins.
Light and Truth show up –
along with Love and Grace –
and the little girl,
now a grown woman,
blossoms.
Healing arrives,
as insights dawn
over time.
Life begins to unfold ever more
beautifully.
Now the woman understands
who she is,
and can see what life is all about.
Gratitude opens her heart.
She understands her purpose
and she begins
to let go of the old
and allow herself
to heal
and to glow,
knowing that Love and God
are One
and woven into her.
She learns in her healing,
to get out of her own way,
and share this GodLove –
to use her new-found voice
and be Present for others,
and all is well.
She now dwells
in the land of Grace.
Nothing is a problem anymore
and Joy abounds.
The woman welcomes the whispers of Inspiration
and learns Trust.
Freedom arrives
and pain is but a memory.
She lived happily ever after
with GodLove as her guide.
Blessed be!
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Today when I drove to work,
a window opened.
Instead of racing in my thoughts
about the day
and all the angst about
getting things done,
I took a breath.
Not a mindless one,
but a deep, conscious,
life-giving one.
And then I took another,
and a few more after that.
Then I could see again.
I could see how much tension
lived in me.
I could feel the tightness
loosen.
I looked out around me,
and I noticed the trees,
the smiles of others,
the beauty of the day.
All this,
from remembering to breathe!
Oh, I grieve the patterns and traps
of the mind
and its constant power
to distract from the good of life-
its endless power
to keep us busy and off track.
Grant me breath, O God,
and gleaming windows.
Help me to turn my attention
and see!
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
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
I have become too familiar
with your presence.
It is as if you belong to me
and I am stuck with you.
But my soul calls out
in gentle whispers
and questions that lie.
I am separate from you.
You hang around
as a distraction and a restraint
which holds me back.
When you show up,
you have my full attention.
I am lost.
But as I grow,
I now realize the Truth
that you and I? Well,
we are not friends.
I do not need you anymore.
And yet, you do have a role
as a Teacher and a tool
to remind me to get Present.
I shake you off like a bad dream
and begin to question you.
What are you trying to tell me?
Now when you show up
I pause and breathe
and get interested in my thoughts.
My mind becomes a classroom
with you as
the unpopular teacher
who forces me to blossom.
I begin to listen to you
and turn my attention
to the Truth of
who I am.
Everything opens up
and I am free.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
The dance of opening to
and closing from
is a daily task
of awareness and
choices.
One can be a sponge
who takes everything in –
a misdirected open heart who
ends up suffering
from too much taken on
or garbage thoughts that
end up taking residence.
Learning to filter kindly
what is being presented
while holding fast to what
is true and real
is the Work.
Absorbing the negative
is toxic.
So, keep your eyes open,
be compassionate,
honor who you know you are,
and turn your attention
to the big picture
of your divine identity.
In this way,
immunity is yours
and with that,
the ability to be
truly helpful.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
Becoming and Beholding 