Fiercely I protect
the place within
that cradles my
brightest dreams
and deepest truths,
that precious locus,
where my soul
whispers wisdom
of lessons learned,
eternally echoing
across all of Time.
My heartaches,
and yes heartbreaks,
over many lifetimes
hammered and
tempered the line,
beyond which now
none are allowed
to trample upon,
or desecrate my
hard won ground, my
sanctuary inviolate.
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Michelangelo knew …
A most powerful
tool of the Master Sculptor,
Loss is.
It was the taking
away that unveiled
breathtaking David
to the world.
“I saw the angel
in the stone and
set him free.”
Inside every raw
slab of marble
a masterpiece waits
to be revealed.
We are all
magnificent works
of art in progress,
and losing a beloved
is perhaps the
greatest Master
chisel of all.
We gasp, clasping
our hearts when
our loved one dies
or leaves us.
How will we ever
risk to love again?
And yet, we do.
For in our loss
we learn to cherish
the value of love.
We understand
the power and
importance of “now”,
and we grow.
Love is the fine grit
that hones the
rough broken edges
to a polished glow.
The answer to our
growth lies within
the problem itself.
Michelangelo, you said
God guided your hand,
and in the taking away,
you revealed
astonishing beauty.
David is your work of love,
and a lesson for us all.
This poem is an excerpt from my ebook called Becoming Bigger: Realizations of Self & Humanity, and was first published in 2017 in an anthology called Seven Degrees of Wisdom: Welcome to Our Circle.
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Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com
In a system that feels
heartless and remote,
now more than ever
we must reach out to
others in kindness,
in a personal way,
human-to-human.
The problems of
all of humanity
are now breaching
our own backyards;
it’s no longer possible
to turn a blind eye,
we’re in it together.
Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com
I’m feeling very soul weary this morning, how about you? The din of the world is wearing me down. I’m heading for my sacred space, “my” park with the beautiful eucalyptus trees and the river running through it.
Sometimes it feels impossible to make peace with our own thoughts, or the craziness of the world. (These too often go hand-in-hand lately.) What we need is simply to let go, to find a quiet space to relax and not think. Hard to do, but nature has this way of coaxing us to be mindful of the moment, the beauty, and what is real. After all, all of that craziness that causes us to come unglued is part of the man made matrix called society. Nature pulls us back to our natural solid center.
I’m longing for peace,
the trees feel my soul’s yearning,
forest enfolds me.
“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~ Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness
“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ~ Franz Kafka
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It’s a blue sky day,
one of those
beauteous blueful,
joyously jocular,
splendidly splashy,
exceptional days ~
I long to shout
LIFE IS A GIFT
in big unmissable
letters across the
blue shiny yonder,
to imprint them
indelibly on your
mind, so you’ll…
Remember when
the dark clouds roll
in, on a day when
life feels pissy and
oh so problematic,
to take a deep breath,
and close your eyes,
and gently pull the
gray gloom aside,
to see those big
oh so true words
I etched on blue
for you, so that
you’d never forget…
Life is a gift.
Life Is a Gift © Susan L Hart 2022 / HartInspirations.com
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