How feet pray

Posted on September 1, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Morning walk
that’s how feet pray

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The immensity of love

Posted on August 31, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

One drop of God
bigger than anything I know

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Your path is leading me so far from home

Posted on August 30, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Your path is leading me so far from home
so far from well-trod paths
and we, in the wilderness of the heart, in light and in darkness,
keep continuing on, deeper
and as wilderness gives way to wilderness gives way to wilderness
my heart grows faint
and you touch me:
That one touch
burns away the fear
burns away the exhaustion
O Lord, just to be with you

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When you recognize your spiritual guides

Posted on August 27, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Spirit guides are everywhere
you can call it coincidence
but then you lose your power

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The everything

Posted on August 26, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I am too weak, I say
I am your strength, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I have no supplies, I say
I am your supplies, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I do not know the direction, I say
I am your direction, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
it is too hot, I say
I am your refuge, the Lord replies

Cross the desert, says the Lord
I have nothing, I say
I am your everything, the Lord replies

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Beginning mindfulness

Posted on August 25, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

As I walk, I watch me walk
I guess this is mindfulness
listening to the thought

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Distractions

Posted on August 24, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Harmless earthen indent in ground
turns rabbit hole
turns worm hole

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You are the perpetual gatekeeper

Posted on August 23, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

Give mercy as you have received mercy
Give forgiveness as you have received forgiveness
Give suppleness as you have received suppleness:
It is a choice to continue the cycle or to slam it to a halt
and you are the perpetual gatekeeper

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The poison and the antidote

Posted on August 20, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

You are drenched in pride;
you were taught to consume it and so you did,
and your spirit has suffered because of it.
Your practice, over and over,
your obedience, over and over,
your discipline, over and over,
your penetrating self gaze, over and over,
your submission to me, over and over:
This is your antidote to pride.
Not once, not twice, but over and over
expect it
over and over

What will help:
Not consuming pride in the first place
passing it by

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A small conversation with the inner hole

Posted on August 19, 2021 by Meisaan Chan

I have what I need, I say to the hole
and the hole quivers nervously. “But you still lack love –”
I have what I need, I say again, more firmly now
and the hole realizes a rock where before a void.
“What what about me? Where shall I go?” it asks.
You will be filled, I reply. Annihilated by love.
For a hole is not a hole after it is filled.
But that is what you always wanted, right?
“Yes,” it whispers.
Greatest sacrifice, I reply.

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