Poem by Holly Ann Kasper
3/9/20
So
loud and dense,
this space can be;
around my senses
my soul can be drowned out.
With
all the noise, tension and strain;
these cluttered thoughts;
attempting vainly to resist the pain.
I
draw a cage
to protect what feels
unsafe;
this inner
world;
my heart slows pace.
When
my body aches
the experiencer beckons.
Each pang and tinge,
a subtle message.
With
slower, deeper, fuller breaths;
with silence,
Surrender,
a curious
mind…
I
can hear and see;
and my thoughts unwind.
Each time I slow and honor breath,
the spinning stops;
I am at rest.
I
cease trying to do and be it all;
and see the truth,
all the rest
may fall.
But
here and now;
when the spinning stops;
when I hear my breath;
when I feel my heart;
when the chatter grows silent,
or gives
space for right now;
I
can truly
Radically
Experience
my life.
I
can dissect the proposals
my mind hands out.
I can question and answer.
I respond I relent.
To
live my life,
indeed I must dream;
but first I go silent,
and choose what it could
mean;
with each
thought
I consider,
What
fruit shall I reap?
I can
spaciously live
by
each choice;
each
release…