Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Thursday, April 28, 2011
Under: Poem
Some days the right person comes along at the right time
and reaches inside
the churning maw of chaos and doubt
we have
slipped within
opens a hand
we take hold
and choose to walk
out
It's funny how a
few well-placed words can offer clarity
and the world
tilts
slides open
a sigh escapes our
weary hearts
and
we realize we've been holding our breath
for years
And quite suddenly
we know the singular joy
of sitting deeply
in the stillness of our own truth
our power, our plenary selves
In : Poem