Poems

Poem: What’s The Lesson?

What’s The Lesson?

 

You know, we are all students here,

And we’re all teachers.

 

Are you ready to learn?

 

Because we are here learning from life and others, 

And sometimes, more importantly, we are here to teach ourselves.

 

Remain teachable.

 

We learn all our lives, from everything, from everyone.

This permanent “student status” means that we are all ill-equipped life-long educators.

Oftentimes giving lectures and lessons on the very thing we need to learn.

 

Be open to learning the lesson, finding the lesson,

 or suffer your fate of repeating the same class again and again.

The world- your world- is a big classroom with many, many subjects…

Only some you may be able to master.

 

Next time that you come to this awareness,

Next time, in the midst of your personal pain,

 when you realize there is something to learn,

 

Ask yourself: What’s the lesson?

 

Be prepared to take notes.

 

Poems

Safe Space Poem/Meditation

Safe Space

In these dangerous times,

We come here to a spiritually safe space, 

Shoes removed — on this sacred ground,

Seeking truth on our journey,

Seeking ourselves and our Soul.

 

We’ve carved out this special time, this Soul time,

To set things aside, to be still and present,

To connect, to reconnect.

 

No right or wrong,

No good or bad,

No shoulds or musts…

It is safe.

 

In a judgment-free zone,

Our Inner Teacher guides our practice…

As we cultivate a gentle, compassionate leader within,

One who uses wisdom to navigate,

Here to facilitate self-love and hold us in strong loving arms. 

 

No “better-thans,”

No performance standards,

No comparisons,

No competition,

No audience.

 

Standing at the top of our stage, 

We sun sweep our way up to light,

Then dive down, to go in and in 

as deep as we can dive.

Unafraid of the dark, prepared to face our shadows.

 

However we are,

Whoever we are…

We create a safe space for the Self.

 

No prerequisites,

No qualifications,

No mistakes, 

No failures,

No score keeping.

 

This is our sanctuary… 

Our body, our temple,

A home we call home.

Sometimes kneeling on our mats.

Here we are safe.

 

Safe to be, safe to breathe.

We are the generous innkeeper and the tired guest.

We bring the conversation, we carry the conversation.

We listen and talk, 

We talk and listen.

It is the altar of our soul…

And we are safe.