There is only so far you can get
if you never ask for help;
that is how it is
© Meisaan Chan
There is only so far you can get
if you never ask for help;
that is how it is
© Meisaan Chan
What has defined it drains away
until it becomes unrecognizable
and yet, life depends upon entering into foreignness
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
Enter into me, says the Presence
take off your armor
then your clothes
then your skin
then the impossible! – your protesting
all barriers removed:
calm, stormy one, calm
for I am the mirror sea
enter into me
© Meisaan Chan
Those great and perfect blasts
reverberating forever
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Upon nothing else rest except upon the hands of the Almighty;
let her hands cradle you
fold you up
and be a cavern for your soul;
you, safe within, are protected, sheltered
as she holds you in her hands;
Upon nothing else rest except upon the hands of the Almighty
© Meisaan Chan
Eager winds throw eager waves
upon the pier in a fan of crashing water
rough and wild and joyous
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They emerge:
worms in the rain
gasping for air
breaking through barriers only when suffocating
nevertheless: still breaking through
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Doors follow me. I don’t know why,
but that’s how you reveal yourself,
in the perpetual choice: to go or to stay
posed again and again and again,
each door leading to others in a tangle of doors
and the only guidance I have is that fire in the womb
which just wants to be with you
and which flares up at your faintest scent
© Meisaan Chan
“You spend a lot of energy trying to leave,” God says.
“As much as I want to, I can’t say,” I say. “It’s not right. But neither is leaving.”
“Such a conflicted heart!” God says gently.
“What’s the way out?” I ask.
“Remember that I am eternity,” God says.
© Meisaan Chan