I tremble
like a flower in a storm. The strong winds
push me — this way and that —
but around my roots
the solid ground sustains me
and tomorrow
when the new sun rises
my petals will lift
like tattered flags
and welcome the open sky.
A note from the author: I composed this piece late one night after a sitting I did at my friend Jen’s home. Jen had asked about the consciousness aspect of this awakening process. We didn’t get to fully engage this conversation during the sitting, so while driving home I reflected upon what I’d want to…
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