It starts by trying to do all I can do
If I do more, it will hurt
If I do less, it will hurt
My efforts to extinguish this feeling,
Piles up into a great mountain of suffering
At the peak of my suffering I stand
Faraway from my pain but exiled inside my own mind
Looking down, I can no longer see what hurts me
The distance is numbing, but now I am trapped
In the quiet moments of the night
I can hear soft whispers from deep inside
Inviting me to cease doing
And face something far more challenging
Being with my pain, our shared pain
Being with our woundedness
Being with the unbearable
The heaviness of the heart
the sharpness in my chest
The cry for help
The longing for presence
So when helplessness calls you
Reach down to your depths
Take pause, slow down
Be kind. Be with.
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