Suzanne Hunt
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Cut wide open and agape, a
cold unbroken landscape
is vacant with no escape.
Raw.
I turn away from this unwanted fate
But the path follows me, having no grace.
The unwelcome
continues to stare me in the face.All at once, the drowning waves crash in,
tossing, spinning, churning,
And just as breath is expiring,
They recede back into the whole.
The anguish consumes all that it touches
Cleansing, purging, tormenting my soul,
toward the everlasting quiet.o Me: I’m always struggling with you who overschedules my calendar. You keep me so busy doing things for other people or things I think need to be done now or “urgently”. For these demands become priority such that I have no time for my spiritual practice, for reading materials that inspire me or offer quiet solitude from the world, or other activities that further my personal growth, creativity and/or mindful expansion.
o She: Well, you choose these things. Where are your boundaries? You need to grow them. Can you recognize how powerful you are? Why are you afraid of your power?
o Me. I guess I give my power to these other people and these other things. I guess I’m afraid of what would happen if I owned my power.
