The heart of the spiritual life

There once had been a time that I refused to accept gifts –
now I see that acceptance is the heart
of the spiritual life

© Meisaan Chan

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Into your arms

To be caught
first I need to leap

© Meisaan Chan

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Sadness, O sadness

Sadness, O sadness
the sun sags in the sky
tugged down by its own weight

© Meisaan Chan

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Just to be with you

Sometimes I need to risk to be with you
sometimes I need to lose to be with you
sometimes I need to die to be with you
and all is well
all is well
all is well
just to be with you

© Meisaan Chan

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Letting go of your crutches

The unfamiliar, full use of your muscles –
they are stronger than you thought

© Meisaan Chan

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When compassion matters most

Compassion matters most
in the presence of fragility

© Meisaan Chan

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The road trip

Check your signs frequently
make sure you’re still on the path

© Meisaan Chan

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Loving someone

Loving someone means
giving them the choice

© Meisaan Chan

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The moment you’re digging in your heels

The moment you’re digging in your heels
is usually when the door opens

© Meisaan Chan

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In the morning

You wake me fifteen minutes before my alarm
to be with me in wholeness:
My skin tingles with presence
in the goodness of surrender,
of letting you touch me as you wish,
your sweetness awakening my mouth
from slumber, your hands exploring
vast highways and hidden valleys,
exploring all paths to my heart’s desire;
the most succulent food turns to ash
in the slightest graze of loving touch:
This is food
your sweetness is my life
your presence, deepest longing,
all fulfilled
all
all
all

© Meisaan Chan

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