Poems for meditators, final installment

Dear Sarah, Cells of my sky and lungs I breathe in self and other, division, duality,        and I breathe out the union, reunion with all-spirit — rays of light mingle with exhalation– we, as one, sigh our greeting of recognition, inspiring a smile and a soft, broken heart– _____________________ Dear Andrea, Our hearts, like tea…

Poetry and meditation, 4

Only 4 more cards to go.  Here are the penultimate poems: Dear Peter, Sometimes, we must walk along a dark path to find light– sometimes, solitude fills the gaps,       requires that we empty before we fill– we expand and contract, sing or wail, find ways to be peaceful in struggle–we are brave and strong     together …

Poetry and meditation, part three

I have been slow to send these out, but here are the latest group: Dear Diane, Sometimes we stay through uncertainty, our bodies breaking open, hearts afraid– Sometimes we find the right questions, satisfying answers– Sometimes, we just sit, full of heat and sadness, fear pushing against walls– _________________________________ Dear Randy, The quick flap of…