We’re making it out of here alive: yes
the jaws snapped shut without us
death-paths turn to life-paths;
we run hand in hand, hearts take to flight
© Meisaan Chan
We’re making it out of here alive: yes
the jaws snapped shut without us
death-paths turn to life-paths;
we run hand in hand, hearts take to flight
© Meisaan Chan
Sometimes the cup runs empty
and you tip the cup back for the last drop;
so do I do with your heart, says the Lord,
looking for your compassion
© Meisaan Chan
I wake up in the night and you lull me back to sleep
your tender touch upon my furrowed heart
soothing, soothing, soothing
© Meisaan Chan
When you place such importance on speed,
many things are sacrificed along the way
first: the breath
second: the senses
third: the grounding
© Meisaan Chan
True fear binds with a million leashes;
true love breaks through them all
© Meisaan Chan
Bone-dead dry
eyes weary, withered:
where, O God, are you?
© Meisaan Chan
To be in the institution but not of the institution:
that is the challenge
© Meisaan Chan
Gold-gleaming church, silent and empty,
rays of light making love to stained glass,
ecstasy filling the space to overflowing
© Meisaan Chan
Loss can be gain
Gain can be loss;
Wise is the one who sees through the layers
© Meisaan Chan