Category Archives: PTSD

In all hunger, there is me

In all hunger, there is me: Follow my path and ask yourself what you truly are hungering for © Meisaan Chan

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Gifts of eternal thickness

Somewhere, someone is praying for you, perhaps by name, perhaps in praying for the world; but even if the latter is true, the thing about prayer is that it can never be spread too thin: Somewhere, someone is praying for … Continue reading

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You can be naked here.

You can be naked here. You can be you, unadulterated, beauty and disease, all. You can be naked here. © Meisaan Chan

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When life puts you back at start

Remember: You have different tools © Meisaan Chan

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The spiritual trainer

I am not afraid of fibers tearing, says the Lord that is the only way to strength © Meisaan Chan

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Surfacing peace

Quiet, quiet, O my soul: The thunder rumbles off in the distance and the winds are settling down, the trial has passed and safety rises to the surface: Hush, hush, rest © Meisaan Chan

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The opposite of falling

You caught me again as I was falling, falling through the jagged sky of my past; it was you who bore my weight and gently laid me upon a soft, mossy bed; It was you who lulled my breathing and … Continue reading

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