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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Bow to Whatever it is


I can't not share this treasure-of-a-poem, written by Tara Sophia Mohr (below).  Seriously wowed & comforted by this one.




Whatever it is


Whatever it is
it can change
Whatever has gotten buried so deep in you
it’s become your blood
the only way you have ever known
the only way you have ever been
it can change.
Whatever turns in your chest like a heavy stone
whatever keeps you
clutching your heart
to try and stop the bleeding
whatever feels so
much bigger than you
you can never see its edges
it can bend
it can re-form itself into something new
it can change.
So bow to whatever it is as it is now
even as that breaks you
kiss it with every cell in you
sit down next to its fire
and let your fingers stain with ash.
Curse it too
curse it to survive
to vent the heat.
See the costs, see what’s been lost
but don’t weep for it
for every bird looking down at you can see
everything has its perfect timeline
like the line across your palm
its perfect arc for pain.
Sweet one:
your journey here
is like no other journey
and the gift waiting
for each of us
at the end
is the same.
-Tara Mohr


4 comments :

  1. Powerful imagery. I especially love this section:

    Whatever turns in your chest like a heavy stone
    whatever keeps you
    clutching your heart
    it can bend
    it can re-form itself into something new
    it can change.

    Yes, this trumpeting song of redemption again! Thank you, my friend.

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  2. How beautiful and reassuring and comforting - thank you for sharing!

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  3. What a beauty this poem is. Those things that take up so much space that I fear I am lost...forever. Those things that speak so loudly that I can't hear my own voice. Those things can change. Thank God for that because sometimes I feel I am those things. Thank you Tara <3

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