Last Updated On November 15, 2021

 

I work on melting that hardness by generating more warmth, more open heart. A good way for any of us to do this is to think of a person toward whom we feel appreciation or love or gratitude. In other words, we connect with the warmth that we already have. If we can't think of a person, we can think of a pet, or even a plant. Sometimes we have to search a bit. But as Trungpa Rinpoche used to say, "Everybody loves something. Even if it's just tortillas." The point is to touch in to the good heart that we already have and nurture it. -Pema Chodron

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

I roll over facing

His visage in the aquarium’s glow

Tense as though sleep was a battle won

Knit brow,  set jaw

I cup my own cheeks

Noting our twin spirits

There is red ink scrawled across his forehead

I follow its trajectory lightly with my finger-

dipping into his temple and around the back of his ear.

It says “Holding up…”

I scoot forward and kiss his thin lips.

The ink dilutes and drains

and we both share its blush.

Our flushed skin contains the exhaustion and the uncertainty

and the radiant joy of Holding up…

Our small universe

With deep sigh we welcome a return to slumber

Children and pets and work and responsibilities circle our heads

In a fluttering orbit as we dream

Hope and trust in the essential

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Last Updated On November 15, 2021

 

I work on melting that hardness by generating more warmth, more open heart. A good way for any of us to do this is to think of a person toward whom we feel appreciation or love or gratitude. In other words, we connect with the warmth that we already have. If we can't think of a person, we can think of a pet, or even a plant. Sometimes we have to search a bit. But as Trungpa Rinpoche used to say, "Everybody loves something. Even if it's just tortillas." The point is to touch in to the good heart that we already have and nurture it. -Pema Chodron

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

I roll over facing

His visage in the aquarium’s glow

Tense as though sleep was a battle won

Knit brow,  set jaw

I cup my own cheeks

Noting our twin spirits

There is red ink scrawled across his forehead

I follow its trajectory lightly with my finger-

dipping into his temple and around the back of his ear.

It says “Holding up…”

I scoot forward and kiss his thin lips.

The ink dilutes and drains

and we both share its blush.

Our flushed skin contains the exhaustion and the uncertainty

and the radiant joy of Holding up…

Our small universe

With deep sigh we welcome a return to slumber

Children and pets and work and responsibilities circle our heads

In a fluttering orbit as we dream

Hope and trust in the essential

###

Last Updated On November 15, 2021

I work on melting that hardness by generating more warmth, more open heart. A good way for any of us to do this is to think of a person toward whom we feel appreciation or love or gratitude. In other words, we connect with the warmth that we already have. If we can't think of a person, we can think of a pet, or even a plant. Sometimes we have to search a bit. But as Trungpa Rinpoche used to say, "Everybody loves something. Even if it's just tortillas." The point is to touch in to the good heart that we already have and nurture it. -Pema Chodron

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November.

I roll over facing

His visage in the aquarium’s glow

Tense as though sleep was a battle won

Knit brow,  set jaw

I cup my own cheeks

Noting our twin spirits

There is red ink scrawled across his forehead

I follow its trajectory lightly with my finger-

dipping into his temple and around the back of his ear.

It says “Holding up…”

I scoot forward and kiss his thin lips.

The ink dilutes and drains

and we both share its blush.

Our flushed skin contains the exhaustion and the uncertainty

and the radiant joy of Holding up…

Our small universe

With deep sigh we welcome a return to slumber

Children and pets and work and responsibilities circle our heads

In a fluttering orbit as we dream

Hope and trust in the essential

###