Wednesday, September 20, 2017

If & When you come ... or shall I let it go...

Suddenly remembered an old post with this beautiful poem of Maya Angelou ...


When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,

Beckoning me
To long ago rooms, 
Where memories lie. 

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

---

Came across another similarly beautiful poem by Audre Lorde ... 

If You Come Softly

If you come as
softly
As the wind within
the trees
You may hear what
I hear
See what sorrow
sees.

If you come as
lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of 
you.

You may sit beside
me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay
dead
Shall remember 
death.

And if you come I
will be silent
Nor speak harsh
words to you.
I will not ask you
why now.
Or how, or what you
do.

We shall sit here,
softly
Beneath two
different years
And the rich
between us
Shall drink our
tears. 

---

And then I found this one from EE Cummings...  as I work on a similarly themed research presentation ... so apt! :)

Let It Go

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise-let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and 
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things-let all go
dear

so comes love

Monday, May 15, 2017

Fly my dear friend!

Then, your spirit
Defiant of being boxed
Within your body,
Sprouted wings,
Soared unrestricted.
When to others
Walking was within reach,
Running, in imagination,
You informed
Flying was possible.
Now, O Angel,
Your wings look
Tired,
You have been
Grounded.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Distant and near ones

The stars studded galaxies, of this expansive universe,
I look at them and search for my home amongst them.
While my bed is spread in the next room.

Love, lost and found!


At the corner, of the street, in the heart
Of the city, I lost you, and found.
Do you still belong to me!

Sunday, March 19, 2017

My mind!



A string from here, a twig from there
My mind
Like a squirrel's nest.






Pic source @ google images

Witness to our Suffering ...

I am thinking ... she is so much like me, I am on the other side of the table, being the therapist, and still see my reflection in her. She is grieving about roads not travelled, and the thorns in the current one, she rages against the cards given to her by life and hurts herself in the process...

But then I met 4 of them yesterday, and by the end of it all, they merged into a common subjectivity of suffering and their desire to end it all with death. Sometimes our stacked up grief from ages gone by, overflows, a little nudge, a little push and the glass walls holding it together, cracks ...

What I offered them was attention and a witness to their suffering. Something about having this witness is so healing... behind all this relaxing of body, harmonising breath, calming emotions, restructuring thoughts, finding support and discovering meaning... there is presence of a witness consciousness.

I often wish such a luxury for myself too :D