Recently, I came across this poem that I had written back in June. It was written on a scrap piece of paper tucked into my copy of poems by Hafiz, a fourteenth-century mystical poet from Iran. This poem follows the theme of the previous post, as well as the concept of Health through Healing, an ongoing process of becoming who we are. So I thought I would share…
Still Opening
This
still opening
seemingly unmoving,
though each day petals
grow fuller and more visible
the sepal, a steeple pointing
towards change. A message
distilled from heaven to open
the hearts of others, my own.
Growing older,
I am always surprised
at how surprised
I always am to find
that I’m in the same
place as before,
still.
Opening.
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