My mediation teacher read this poem to us a couple weeks ago, and it left me speechless. It was as if poet Martha Postlewaite was in my head, reading my mind.
The poem, “Clearing,” was exactly what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it. It may be my mantra for 2020.
Clearing
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.
2 thoughts on “Making My Own Space”